This is a poem that I wrote by simply not thinking. I sat down at the computer, let my mind wander, and this poem was the result. And frankly, it kind of scares me that I’m still mad at him, because it’s been almost a year.

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I’m Her Sister

No, you don’t know me,
But, oh, I know you.
She is like a sister to me,
That girl you hurt.

You flirted with her,
You asked her out,
You dated her,
You cheated on her,
You broke her heart.

She tried to act strong,
She didn’t want us to know.
But her eyes told us the truth her lips would not.
You see, she knew, about that other girl.

We prayed for her,
We laughed with her,
We loved her.
We were the friends
That you never cared enough to be.

Slowly, she began to heal.
But it will be a long time until
That wound is a faint scar.
So until that day comes, know this:

You hurt my sister,
Something I can never forgive.
She may have pulled your knife out
And flung it into the deepest sea,
But I retrieved it, and I kept it.

You are welcome to return to her,
I would be delighted to see you try.
But only because I would relish the chance
To give you back your knife.

But don’t worry; I won’t hide among shadows,
I won’t patiently lie in wait for you to walk near.
I don’t want to waste my time
On a lesson that’ll you’ll never learn.

You’ll see me coming from a world away,
You’ll turn and try to escape.
But the bonds that you created hold you fast.
And as I draw closer you’ll realize
That you should have been expecting me all along.

You’ll see your own knife in my hand,
It still carries my sister’s blood.
I hope you’ll look into my eyes and see
That I only bothered with a worthless creature like you
Because you hurt my sister.

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Straight out of my subconscious. I don't even think about what happened that often anymore, so why did this come out when I wasn't paying attention to what I typed?