Torn Up

My book of poems are full of you
My dear sister
Yet I long to get you out of my mind

So this is the one last poem that will be about you
Because I am tired of being hurt by you
These past few months I haven't thought about you one bit

The memory of you is merely a memory
I am preparing myself for something to happen to you
If you keep on this road you WILL die

I don't think I could ever prepare enough in a million lifetimes for your death
But I have a feeling you will be buried long before me if you keep doing what you're doing
My one wish is for you to be happy

It tears my heart, mind and body into a billion little pieces to see you like this
Even as I write this there are tears running down my face
Now that I think about it...

All the times we spent together, cried together, laughed together, comforted each other, got angry at each other
I loved all of it
And I would do it all again if it meant you were still in my life

So no, I cant let you go after all these years of loving you
I'll just have to keep getting hurt until you get it right
Jessy. I hope to see you again someday.