I was decorating the Christmas tree
When your audacity struck me
Painted on the ornament are our fictional selves
And I remember a time when she cared for me
What kicks could you possibly get from this?
In the face of my pink jumping jack estranged from her twin
I allow a surge of pain at the back of my eyes
And then there are the shoes we bought together
Mine is green, and hers is purple
Which happens to be my favorite color combination
But she doesn't know that because it is a recent development
And you have blocked her ears to the sound of my voice
There are five small angels for the five innocents whose family you have ripped apart.
Who do you think you are?
The moon and the stars for the young man who would have roped them for his baby niece if she had bid him
The basket of twelve flowers for each year she had with the boy before your winter frost
Sarah the viola and Anne the daisy, plucking their petals to "she loves me, but he loves me not."
And me with the candle to shine the light on your right to remain silent
In the silence of our hurt
Caused by you
Don't get me wrong I rebound fast
We just would like our sister back