Siblings

We hate each other,
To the point where
Muttered expletives
And Stomped feet
Just don’t quell
The anger.
But the hatred
Is what drives us.
Bonds us.
It is the moments
Of screamed insults
And thrown things
That stay with us
That show
What the other means to us.

-A

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5 comments

  1. uncnditionallove · January 27, 2015

    I am unlucky…as i dont have any siblings….nice poem…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. assortmentbox · January 27, 2015

    Hahha true

    Liked by 1 person

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