I dreamed of you

I dreamed of you again. 

I dreamed that we held each other once again in an eternal embrace. 

I dreamed that everything was okay, that nothing had changed you that you still called me sister. 

I did not want to wake. 

I wanted to pretend that everything was just how it had been. 

That you still looked at me with love in your eyes. 

But of course I woke. 

I woke and remembered the new way you looked at me. 

With the fire of hate burning in your eyes. 

I have seen that look before.

But never directed at me. 

I wake with tears in my eyes and the remainder of my heart laid out before me, shattered. 

I stare at the knife laying beside my bed, I remembered the day we got those knives. 

Matching knives for a pair of matching sisters. 

Both sharp and cruel. 

I feel nothing as I slide the blade between my ribs. 

I feel nothing as the blood drips down my chest staining the white sheet a cruel and unforgiving red.

No one believed me when I said that I'd rather be dead than be hated by you. 

I close my eyes with the vision of the last time you smiled at me in my mind. 

I sigh as I listen to my heart...

boom 

boom 

boom... 

bo- 

Reviews

[Tashida]

This was such a heartbreaking poem. Losing the trust of a loved one or gaining the hatred of that beloved one. This poem took a turn quite different from what I expected.
I loved it!!