My 16 year old sister lets her razor define her love

and hides it every time she senses my eyes.

Her nicotine lips and a coquettish smile

a rebel she is in every breath she drags

It happened 5 years ago

she got lost in a crowd

I cried and ran back

a girl I saw

who said she knew I will find her

but today she roams about the streets

with a broken heart to mend.

beneath the stereo love she plays

I know she sobs

but…..

I wait for the nights when she sleeps

I creep into her room.

the radio never sleeps

dried tears on her cheeks

I stare at the photo frame hung on her wall

I was holding her tight when she was 4

I grab the lump out of my throat

and cry all night.

and some nights the stale smiles put me into sleep

mornings! I never wait

the pills she kissed last night

ripped her .

she lies like a lovelorn

How could I forget

she was afraid of heights.