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A holiday at my sisters.

by tentoes

A holiday at my sisters.

This lasting scar that you have left. Will never be on you.
Your knife was sharp the lunge was deep.
What in heaven did I do?
You turned on me like a woman possessed.
And left me in a spin.
So why the hell did you let them out.
And let your demons win?

We had shared a lot on a human level.
Secrets, laughs and fun
But the second I entered your home.
Your battle had begun.
What did I do to deserve this hell.
We really should be smoking.
Came to see you for a break .
And came back nearly broken.

The power you have over what you do.
You have allowed to go astray.
The man you love won’t put up with that.
Because you know he will walk away.
You turn so quick and ruthlessly.
You are never one or the other.
So take a look at what you done.
You kicked fuck out your brother!

Spoilt and out of power.
You have given away control.
Nothing left inside of you.
You never had any soul.
You have really been spectacular.
The way you let things go.
Made sure that you’re the martyr.
In a cruel and selfish show.

It kills me to have to do this.
In such drastic way.
I also know I am right in this.
I do not hear what you want to say.
To turn on a man as good as me.
No hawk. You know I’m a dove.
There is only so much a brother can take.
So now I take my love.

You know why I had to write this.
Though I know you cannot admit it.
The child inside is very loud.
And you can’t baby-sit it.
You must take a look at what you’ve done.
Because only you know the story.
So swallow your pride. Look me in the eye.
And admit it . And say you are sorry.





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Re: A holiday at my sisters. (Score: 1 )
by rondo on Monday, June 13, 2011 (21:23:09)
great read and a good social write...peace

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