My Sister

A day at the park was spent writing this as my sister walked with an ex and completely played with his emotions.

He's looking all nice and cute

He's sporting his innocence like a scar

As she fills his mind with lies.

For this moment, I write this tribute.

Even though my warnings haven't helped thus far

I'm giving it to any and all guys.

She'll call you hers,

She'll blind you to her flaws

By seeming like a victim.

A heart torn beyond repair by stutures...

It'l be the result of her relentless claws

All the time donning the face of a victim.

The suffering is tangible,

As she walks, all the while, her heels clicking.

She doesn't even care to look back at her crime.

Nonetheless, his undying love is understandable.

With her roster, he'd been sure it was an angel he was picking

But it was just a pretty face mnounted on sewage slime.

While she no longer cares to watch him end his life,

I look back, and once again fight that familiar urge...

The damn urge to fix HER wrongs.

Its my sister, she loves creating strife...

On I go...resisting that cursed urge...

While she pretends to listen to love songs.

Author's Note

I welcome all opinions with substance.