With Love From You to Me...

I love you so dearly it's ridiculous...

2004-05-02 - 6:18 p.m.

rachel
by carly welsh

She stole my sunglasses.
And lost them.
I want her to buy me some new ones.
But she says,
They were broken anyways.
She took my favorite red shirt.
And gave it to her friend.
But only to borrow.
Her friend lost it.
I want it back.
But she tells me,
It had a hole in it,
I don’t need it.
She wants to borrow my skirt.
But says it doesn’t fit,
Because I’m too fat.
I laugh.
She laughs with me.
I am shorter than her.
A lot shorter.
She pats my head.
And says,
Aww you’re sooo little.
I bite her.
Every morning she wakes me up.
Looking for the hairdryer.
Asking for my eyeliner.
Or just being a dork.
She is really lame.
I get yelled at.
For taking the hair straighter.
And leaving it in my room.
I do it on purpose sometimes.
To try and make her mad.
She is funny when she’s angry.
We go to the mall.
And on the bus,
She makes fun of people.
She is hilarious.
I like to fight her.
Because she will hit me back.
She is fun to fight with.
For my birthday she got me,
Nothing.
But I still love her.
I am buying her sunglasses for hers.
And keeping them.
She laughed when I said that.
I’m serious.
And she knows it.
My sister is good people.