THE BIRTH AND DEATH OF A SISTER

I was lonely nearly all my life,
until i met her.
When I did my life became colourful,
or so I thought.

My life changed for the better,
I felt she was the sister I never had.
I became happier, lighter, jovial,
I also became adamant, angry and stubborn.

She had me dancing,
dancing to her tunes.
My life revolved around her,
so did hers, or so i thought.

She knew everything about me,
so did I or so i thought.
The bond decreased slowly,
and there was nothing we could do.

I tried, so did she,
atleast not wholeheartedly.
She had her friends, not that i did not,
I did not let them in like her.

It was painful for me,
She is still a rockstar in her world.
I tried moving on,
but its hardly a surprise, I failed.

The one day she left,
with just a good bye.
It did not hurt then,
and this is the death of my sister