My Poetry

~Sixty Nine~

I don't know what happened,
One day you became a bitch.
Whatever.
Have fun in the future,
Without your dear old sister.
Have fun doing everything think on your own,
Have fun living in the lone.

I once knew what it felt lie to be the only,
And now I wished I would've never learned to be a pair. 
Because as of now, 
We are no longer sisters,
Our blood runs cold when it comes to one another.
And you better not come crying,
When you realize that you were wrong. 
That you need me in your life.

Because then I'll be long gone, 
No longer of the same kind.