Reaper's Plague

V

September 1st, 2016

My face was colorless.
Emotionless. Blank.
My sister stood there, crying,
and my heart sank.

From the laughs we shared
to the tears we now shed,
I slowly realized
that those memories were dead.

I thought you didn't care,
and for you, I wasn't there.
I lied to myself for you
because I was so scared.

Blood isn't love,
and we grew apart.
So when I hear your cries or see your tears,
there's a crack in my heart.

You let me fix the broken pieces
and take you into my arms.
You mustn't see my demons, sister.
You must no longer be harmed.

Thanks for not walking away,
for not hating me like this.
Thanks you so much, V,
for being my Sis.

A.N.: Shy_Adorable_Writer is my little sister and she's been with me for a while. When I went through that whole phase about being so mean, she was still there for me. She left for some time but she came back. I hurt her and she came back. She became a bit stronger thanks to that pain and I felt better about myself with her around. She made me realize why I was who I am. Though it was quite dumb, V decided to stick with me. I'm so glad that she's my sister, so this poem is for her. I hope you like it, Sis!