How is it you can’t see
What’s in front of your face?
You think your words or lack of
don’t hurt me?
Think again about what you’re doing.
It speaks loud and clear
Take stock of yourself and improve
Or lose those who’d help you.
Look in the mirror for worth
Inside you and around you.
We were best friends
Sisters of the Soul
And its death almost killed me.
You spread rumors, lies,
Told people I was a lesbian
Just to hurt me.
You watched my boyfriend slap me
In public. At a movie theatre.
And you’re friends with him now, not me.
You messaged me, to reunite,
And I replied, stupidly, with hope.
I tried to talk yet months passed, no word.
Then I knew it was dead, long gone.
I told you I was done, had to be.
I’m not keeping ‘friends’ that use me.
I can’t believe how much I have done since 5 am! Cleaned my house from top to bottom (I will admit to tidying last night), and I shoveled my driveway and my neighbour’s. Now, I have time to play!
My sister asked me if she could come over and hang out for a little bit and I obviously agreed (part of why I felt the need to clean). She will be here around 11:30am(ish) after an interview for a new job. I’ll be playing hostess until about 2:30pm when I will take her to school and pick her up at 5:30pm.
As I have said in previous posts, I am not someone with a lot (or any) friends. I’d love that to change, but as it stands, my family and husband is all I got. Thus I love the fact my sister reached out to me. There has always been an invitation to message her and hang, but with her in university, I feel guilty stealing any of her time. She has friends and a boyfriend (who seems to be good for her), and those are who she spends her free time with when not studying or working weekends.
Since I spend 80% of my time alone, it will be nice to have some fun talk time! I will have to keep from starting arguments though. It’s my curse how easy I can start a fight and without ever meaning to. I’m hoping she’ll enjoy the time away from our parents’ place and the argument zone it can be from time to time.
This is probably the best part of being an older sibling. I get to provide a (kind of) safe place away from home. We all have gone through those times where we wanted nothing more than to run away from our parents. It doesn’t always have anything to do with them and their treatment of us; just a need for free space and independence.
Anyways I’m going to take a boiling hot shower, scrub myself clean, and relax until she gets here! Take care of yourselves!