I love my sister.
We don't see much of each other these days.
But know I love you to the moon
and back.
We built our walls with whispered lies,
spoken shadows never eyes to eyes.
Every touch became defense.
Every word a consequence.
We used to dream in color tones.
Now we bleed through broken phones.
The quiet grew, the distance stayed.
And love became a masquerade.
There's no need to shout anymore.
You sleep on the edge,
I face the wall,
pretending we still have it all.
The silence screams,
but we just stare too proud to say we still care.
The ceiling knows our secret truce,
a fragile piece we didn't choose.
We trade our hearts for empty breath,
still too alive to call it death.
You turn away,
I understand.
We both surrender without command.
This is our final quiet war.
No bones, no tears.
Just closed doors.