Friends (for c.e.)
I was supposed to wash the dishes

what did i expect from the tunnel-visioned girl?
maybe i missed the whole point. we think differently.
it makes us human
and loveable.
or maybe it makes us able to be wrong and still loved.
we think differently.

i didn't wash the dishes.

she sees the goal and attains it.
whereas i see the path to the goal and make my way in the most self-righteous way possible.
and i think God is the ony one entitled to self-righteousness.
because he sent down his son.
so i'm just as wrong in a different way.
and i didn't even was the dishes.

maybe it was my own sense of entitlement.
one man, two women, same man, two sets of lips, two servings of bosom, one set of hands.
and with them he chose her.
but i presented myself in one way and she in another.
but why, friend, did you capitalize on my self-worthlessness?
why is it okay with you?

here is the seed:
if i love my sister, i will not allow her to belittle herself in any way. not as long as i can reach out my arms and hold her close instead of her forcing her way into his undeserving arms.
not as long as i can reach out and smooth down her hair, hide her brastrap, wipe her tears.

friend, i may have missed out on the rules of friendship.
but i know too well the rules of engagement for a sister.

i was misunderstood
and i have misunderstood you and misplaced you
but now, friend, i know you very well

and sister you may never be, but friend til eternity