Sister

by nourayasmine   Mar 23, 2020


I'm selfish
when it comes to you.
I'd rather watch
the whole world get torn apart
like a useless scrap paper,
than lose you.

This morning is silent,
the city is one giant, scared heart.
I wake up too early,
with worry-filled eyes,
measure two spoons of
coffee beans and
wait for the water to boil.
I carefully open the door of
your room, check
if you're breathing well.

I always knew I love you,
but the past few weeks have
taught me how painfully I do. How
every time death seems to be
coming for us,
I pray I'm closer to it
than you are.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    There's such tangible pain in this but a selflessness in your declaration of love and loyalty to someone so close to your heart. I don't see it as selfish at all, though I could see how others may think, why want the whole world to burn simply for this person. But I get it. And I think it's the strongest and most giving kind of love to want this person's safety, protection, to put their well-being first. And aren't we allowed to be selfish anyway when it's those who mean the most to us in the world? We're allowed to have that person in our lives that we want to keep their hope alive, so we worry for them and hope they are not weighed down by the world.

    Such a gentle yet fierce write. Sending all the love to you and your sister <3

  • 1 week ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello nourayasmine,
    A love of a sister without compare as is evident in the last two lines of this ardently composed poem. You have a glorious way with words. Exceptional!

    Kind regards, Tony.

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