He's not even mine anymore,
He's hers.
He doesn't feel like a brother anymore,
More like a weary, forced husband.
She is no longer a girlfriend,
No longer a fiancé either,
But a small, worrisome wife.
He's not ours anymore,
He's theirs.
The feeling that everything would be okay,
And he'd come back home the same,
Maybe a little changed,
Just faded away.
Faded like the hope I had.
It's still there, but it's not glowing as brightly
As it should be.
But no matter what,
I will always be his.
His crazy, annoying, happy little sister.
His one sister that he should be able to confide in
Whenever he should need it most.
I'll always be there.
