I’m sorry.

For the times that I ignored you

And the times that I’ve envied you

Trying to be the older sister

But can’t put my mind across the fact


That you’re taller than me now

And you’re stronger


And more responsible


I’m sorry

That I couldn’t be the one

To coax you when you were smaller

That I couldn’t be there to tell you what not to do


Only able to playfully hit you

And ask for things from you.

Like the tea that you always make for me

Or the jacket that you pick up for me.


I’m sorry

That you have to deal with my screaming

And “awful singing”

And laziness

But I’m sorry

that I’m not being there when you need me most.


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