The 2nd Choice

"Do you remember who landed 2nd on moon? No, no one does because there's just one we remember, the 1st one. No one remembers the 2nd One because it's a choice.....a 2nd Choice!"

This is a story of sibling love, a kind of love which is jealous, possessive and obsessive in certain ways but the best part is its true! I tell you never love like this, it hurts....and may be just too much

It is one thing to love,
Another to fall in love,
Still different to be made to fall in love,
Sibling love is the third;

You stay together,
You play together,
Your touch each other,
And then you kiss each other goodnight,
Each night with a gentle kiss,
And they uncannily sense your wet bed,
Always;

And then you fight together,
Pin one on the wall,
Cry when the other is hurt,
Pray for their sickness to leave,
And crave for your room no more;

Love, deep love,
You fight like animals,
But you become inseparable,
You can call her a bitch,
But if the world raised a finger,
You make sure they are dead,
You love her fiercely with all the imperfections,
The bond is made and you swear yourself,
No one can replace this,
It is a beautiful love;

But does this bond ever snap?
Does it ever burden itself?
For the love that is true,
Often hurts like hell.....

And it hurts when you become the 2nd choice