So I was dubbed
your little sister,
but now I can't even
call you my best friend;
not anymore.
And how would I ever,
ironic cuz that's been my dream?
So much for plans of
bottle-feeding each other
with the depths of introspection
only to upgrade to
a moonlit field of
secrets and a curled embrace;
our unification.
So much for your nose
painting each letter of
your love's intricate calligraphy
as longer-lasting kisses atop
my face, and
some sweet, juvenile whines
in-response to our comfort
in solitude...
All a delusion now, for
the milk of our bond's innocence and peace
has been contaminated by
blinding manipulation and scapegoating.
Gone is the lullabied communication
never to be exploited
by those who own not
our brains nor hearts.
Gone is the proceeding abyss,
proving that light shines
below the Earth's core.
Gone is you,
but your memory still
cradles me at night.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
