Her cheeks are smeared with ruby red
A color deeper than her lips
Her smile is shy and timid
But behind it is the ocean, quietly drawing you in
When she’s angry, her eyes are pinpricks of amber
When her heart is filled with sorrow, she is the windshield of a car
Tears cascade from her broken eyes, slowly rolling down
She wipes at them, but she is really just rubbing them in
They lay on her face forever, a shameful stain
But every time she laughs, a tear withers away
Every time she smiles, a scar seems to disappear from her body
From her heart
Her fingernails are adorned with polish
But they chip away far too fast
She lets the color die on her nails
Until only sad flecks remain
I find myself getting tangled in her deep brown hair
She has never once pinned it up
It is allowed to live life freely
Just as she is
When she gets into her car, she leaves her trunk open
Her anxieties tumble out of it as she speeds down the road
Her hand dances in the wind, refusing to come inside
She lives life the way I wish I could but know I never will
She is the dash of purple in this black and white world
You can hear her voice echoing the radio
Or declaring her defiance
We are different and alike in so many ways
I am the sky, and she is the storm
She is planning on packing her bags and moving away
I could try to stop her, but you can’t stop a hurricane
Soon her voice will echo in my head
As I learn about her life through the scribbles of her jittery hand
But I will always have her, and her me
We are sisters
That’s how it should be