From that distant contact I can see your smile,
Enjoying every sip of your wine,
Let me tell you I am the Jealous type,
Can't help it when you have enough boys to swipe,
You must like that guy from last time,
Behaving as if you found your partner in crime,
Let me clear this to you that you're mine,
Won't let you see other guys let alone dine,
Be with me is what I want,
But you always take me for grant,
I'll keep you entertained for life,
And eventually will make you my wife,
Whether you like it or not you have to be with me,
And accept the life's fate as it will be,
Don't call this life suffocating,
I have been long waiting,
What if you won't be doing your job again,
I'll earn for us, don't be in vain,
I would be the one doing all the things,
If it means cutting off your wings.

our relationship took a quick turn for the worst
the corner was too sharp, we overcorrected-
crash
barely surviving, holding on by a thread.
mom says we'll be okay, fighting is just what sisters do...
and I believed her
the first couple dozen times that is,
until it started to become repetitive and meaningless.

a fight about taking each others clothes,
"it's just what sisters do".

an argument about me being too sensitive and taking everything too personally,
"it's just what sisters do"

a screaming match about our lives and how vastly different they are,

how distanced

we are,

how there will always be a divide,
(you blame this on age)

but 10 years between us
shouldn't hurt

this much.

now I expect the endless bashing of my sensitivity and my emotionally driven mind

I don't bat an eye at the jealousy ridden remarks thrown in my face,

and though I can't count on you,

I can surely count on you putting me down

and holding me there until it hurts

and I let you,

because

that's just what sisters do...

right?