Sister love.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to the time I loved you.
The days that I would have died for you.
The days that we had fun.
When I still thought our feelings were true.

I like to think we had and strong bond.
But something came along and cut us apart.
But we already had a distance from each other so far.
No this is not a hate poem so you can read on.

And sometimes I feel guilty for what happened to you.
Because through my eyes, it was my entire fault.
The scars that mark your body now, all the blood that felt down.
I feel like I’m responsible for all the pain that you hold.

I could say that I’m sorry, but I don’t know how.
I don’t want to talk to you.
I feel like you have left me out.
But I hope you still read this poem.

I can’t make the scars leave, and I can’t heal them.
But don’t think I never cared.
You were really like a sister to me.
Because you were my first real friend.