A Frenemy

A friend.

He was a friend. Well, more than one. Dearly close, the one that’d always stick by, the one you’d share your deepest secrets with, the one that’d make your every day wake worth for, the special one — the one that almost makes me ask myself “Is this me in another disguise ? “. Gosh, I can’t describe this one. We complete each other : I write , he doesn’t. I don’t go with media, he lives in it, I love family, he’s dark humor and gore , and more and more and more to fill in. Still we complete each other. Maybe I could technically state that if I ever don’t brush my teeth, he’d do it for both of us any day. We haven’t felt an imbalance yet.

This relation? This is rare. This is where you have a complete understanding. People fight, people in relations don’t last long, but cut to chase, we did. We’re magic.
Yep, despite maybe quite a bit of mismatch in mixed bag interests, we’ve stuck together for 17 long years. And that’s right — 17 long years of unbroken friendship.
We did invite nobody within us. this kinda bond? It attracts not much. We were critics. It could only be us. We judged together — we’d see strong buildings fall, we’d see great ships sink, we’d see rings thrown out of windows with beautiful white curtains out, and yet, we looked at each other in the eye, gave it a giggle, said this friendship, this bond, this is what will last, last longer than Rome, grow higher than the heart of Ozymandias. All we saw below us, were dirt. All we saw between us, was gold.

We would never change. This bond would last forever.

Our eyes sparkled each time. They saw what we didn’t. They saw what we couldn’t. They saw ships and smoke. When we saw architectural beauty, they saw its ruins, they saw how they’d fall, tall from a sky so huge, falling as it never had the strength to endure a push.

Free fall.

Breathe. Look around.

It’s falling apart.

We’re falling apart.

An Enemy .

No this is not the end. I will hold onto my beliefs. He to his. O God! Why is this tough? Has it been long enough?

Longer.

He has influenced me, I do not recognize what I have become. I will hold on to my values. He is taking over me. I cannot be him anymore, neither can he. I am not what he is. I am not judgmental — He is a wretch. I am not selfish — I want him wiped off existence. I am not a rip off — I try gore cos I prefer it over comedy anyday.

We have felt the imbalance. This is tearing two souls apart. This cant stay. The prophesy was right potter, neither of us can live while the other does. So what do I do ? What can he do? That poor old chap can’t run away.

I catch him.

I catch him, I curse him and I bind him to the spot I do everyday.

Our eyes don’t sparkle anymore, We’ve lost the magic. I look at him differently, he looks at me differently. I look at him with anger, he looks at me with remorse. I scream my languages, he looks back in silence. He does want to scream back, it doesn’t seem the same. He looks with squinty eyes. He wants to plead, he knows I know he don’t deserve no sorry. He made me this. The louder my shouts, the more he dies.

We look again for hours, no sparkle through our eyes, our colors yet crystal clear. I see the lost blue in his, he sees the green in mine. I used to see happiness in his, he used to washout the pain in mine.

Hours of silence, he finally speaks. His lips moved weak from his scars. Yet, It wasn’t a murmur, it wasn’t a whisper.

“ This is all on you . You’ve killed me. I’m a fairytale, a legend. My eyes told you the lies of your mind. All had you known that’d save you tears was, even spare a touch of greed, you’d be Midas, paying your heed .We’re no more together. We’re no more the same. “

I lost it all . The fire was back . I rose my hands , tightened my wrist and wound my fist. With all my might , I Pressed a punch.

Another .

And another.

I cried and cried with each spare that I had.

And then it broke.

He died a man.

Pieces on the floor, so shattered, I couldn’t pick it up.

I don’t know what I’ve become.

It all broke down to pieces unfixable.

Now , I’m left with no mirrors to show me what I really am .