Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

For My Sister

I didn't get to choose my sister.

I didn't get to choose

this person I would grow up with

I didn't get to choose

this person

I would spend so much time

arguing with,

I didn't get to choose

this person

I would spend so much time

laughing with,

I didn't get to choose

this person

I would spend so much time with

that I don't even have to use words

for you to know exactly what I'm thinking.

a glance between us

is an entire conversation.

From violent arguments over toys,

to teasing smiles about boys.

a shared room,

a shared childhood.

I may hurl my worst words at you,

but that's just because I know they wont scare you away.

and when you need it,

I will pull the best ones out of my back pocket,

and tuck them into your hand.

When you feel as though

you will never see the light of day

again,

I will hold your hand

in the dark

until the sun rises again.

I have seen you in all of your forms,

I have seen the best of you

and the worst of you

and I know the real you
lies somewhere in between.

I know that the real you doesn't come out at parties,

or at church,

or anywhere with strangers.

The real you only lets herself out

with those that she trusts.

I am lucky to be one of those.

No, I may not have gotten to choose

my sister

at the beginning

But I will choose you every time after.