With my sister, I anticipated betrayal.
She never was what she said
When we were young, she was god.
I adored her,
and yearned to be in her image
Every time I thought she would
be my savior
she left me bereft of hope
with broken covenant
and unfulfilled promises
I adored my sister for her strong persona
but never was able to fit myself in her image.
She burned hot and spontaneously
I simmered slowly,
She was quick to see an advantage
and take it.
I was the advantage she took.
Because she was god, her cruelest acts were proof
of her awesome power
her fearsome wrath
her benevolent generosity.
Even in my pain
which she caused
I thanked her for taking time for me.
Mostly, she forgot I existed.
Sometimes in the twilight gods fade into oblivion
But they do not die
Even her death betrayed me
For she left me incomplete
I think now that I betrayed her
With my adulation
If only I could bring her back
To replace my obsequious adoration