hard feelings [ poetry + vents ]

i asked myself

dad told you you couldnt wear that shirt you loved so much.

it was a pretty pastel pink.

it was once mine.

you love it more than i ever did.

you wanted to fit into it so badly.

but the chest was too big and the waist too small.

yet you tried to make it work.

but thats not really important,

heh...

im changing the subject, arent i?

...

oops.

you stalked into my room, pure rage on your face.

prepared to vent to me again about our parents.

how you are so mad at them.

i was worried.

but id never tell you that.

you told me what happened.

i stayed silent.

worried.

im more familiar with your emotions than i am my own.

is that normal?

i dont think so,

but what do i know?

you asked me if i was just gonna ignore you.

i didnt say anything,

my breathing rough and uneven.

"ya know what? fuck you."

you said.

you walked out, slamming the door behind you.

silent tears falling down my face.

that hurt...

ha...

haha...

hahaha...

why does it have to be like this?

what happened to us?

to our family?

i asked myself.

what did i do?

i asked myself.