Blood vs. Bond

I couldnt agree more, my family is different, I really do love being around them, they dont smother, we dont just paste a smile over everything, but something is missing.
I just chalked it up to growing up. Being home is different, its like slowly but surely the velcro is coming off and it just doesnt stick as well as it used to.
It will be ok though, we can help each other through, be each other's rock and when the time comes we will be able to have new velcro with our own place.
Life I think is all about getting older, being scared, getting annoyed, and moving on. Sometimes it takes longer, but we just gotta keep hoping for it to come. And we gotta keep looking up because you know the minute we look down we will miss it!
Don't get down on yourself, we will get through this!

Family

I admit that even though it would seem to outsiders
the nuclear poster child of happy families
my mother would paste on holiday cards
all smiles in matching snowflake red sweaters
this unit pales in
comparison, depth, meaning
to the people I live with
three quarters of my year.
They know my favorites things better
as well as anyone can actually know me,
I concede that I am secretive.
And yet somehow I am expected
to be more loyal
to those I see less
and only share blood with.

But only? Can one really ONLY do anything
in regards to blood.
I don't know.
Maybe it isn't the people I miss.
But the freedom.
The choices.
The ease of movement
and the feeling of being wanted
of being told you are missed.
Of actually missing.
Rather than simply being absent.

Building Blocks.

We become more devious
attempt to find the ways
into the hearts
our hearts are set on.

We're not saying we will settle,
But company in the meantime
would be nice.
It goes up and down and the battle between
Old loves and New loves;
its complicated.

How is it that by
playing two hands
our cards suddenly seem to be luckier?
With more options come choices
As we attempt to bring you
your own key to our temporary doorways.

Hearts will shift, locks will change
but we promise that
unfortunately
even if you alter
the way the woodwork looks to you
the grain will stil hold its beauty and allure.
For we are women of substantial materials.

For us both...

Dear Heart,
Hold on tight.
It might be a bumpy ride.
We are falling for him
Faster and faster every day.
Lets hope this ends with only a couple of pieces,
or better yet, we can hope that you stay intact.
Wish us luck.
Love
Jessie/Calli