At her absolute worst, she is
a vituperative hydra-
each tongue lashing hate,
hate, hate, anger. Anger, via silence. The deepest sadness, expressed by inconsolable sobbing,
misdirected abuse and
self deprecating hostility.
So much hate, it breaches the parameters of revenge, and the
cold hard truth is nowhere in sight.
It’s tough love (without the love),
and in her shining moments-
she is me.

She is my friend, my sister, and
my lover. But mostly,
she is the knife in my back,
each time I walk away.

(I guess the hardest part, is that
I keep falling, for her
loving façade).

What a fuckin cunt.



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