to my sister…🌷🤍 #spokenpoetry #poemtok #originalpoem

I never had to ask my sister to be a good friend. Actually, I never had to ask her to be my friend at all. She just was. And good was just an understatement for the kind of person she has always been. At least to me. At least in this lifetime. She showed me that love is not always perfect. It is hard, but it is worth it. Sometimes love steals your clothes and never gives them back. Sometimes it takes an hour long shower and blows the fuse in the bathroom. Sometimes love rolls its eye so far back you swear you will never see them again. And other times it slams the door on your face when you ask to borrow something, but love never leaves. That is what my sister has taught me. Love might steal your clothes and never give them back, but you'll also make you laugh about how bad they looked on you anyway. My sister can bruise my ego in one breath, but heal every little part of me in the next. She is the one person who has always told me the truth, even when it's stung and I wasn't ready to hear it. And when it meant I'd stomp down the hallways where I'd never speak to her again. Only to curl up next to her in bed an hour later. Because I always knew that when the world made me feel like I was too much, she would be there to remind me that I was just enough. I never had to ask my sister to be a good friend. I never had to earn her. I never had to prove I was worth her time or her attention or her loyalty. She just gave it. And if I've learned anything from her at all, it is that love doesn't need to be asked for. You shouldn't have to beg for it. And if you feel like you do, then you are asking the wrong person to love you.