My Sister
In my heart, I did the right thing. I know I did. It hurts that I did. But I just can't stand to see what I'm seeing from her. There are times I just want to head back to my old home, find her and slap her upside her head and question on what she is doing. This ongoing with her will never change. She will never change. Every 6 to 7 years, she disappears and then waltz back into my life as if nothing has changed. Well that part is true, because she has NEVER changed. My heart still loves her, but my mind hates her for what she is doing. Its an ongoing cycle and I can no longer be a part of it no more. Until then of her ever changing just one bit, will I then open my arms and my door. Because my heart still loves her, I'm blocking her. It aches me to see what she is doing to herself. It aches me to see the games which she still plays. It upsets me she may never change. So I'm blocking her. I just did. I have important people in my life to take care of then to see and wonder of the immature games she still plays.
Copyright © Raquel Rezendes | Year Posted 2016
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