What Do You Think?
I hated you.
Since the beginning, I knew you were alone.
I knew you and I were alike.
It was a comfort to me;
a comfort unlasted.
You, the heir to a throne,
and I, child without a name.
Rivalry was the only option—
it made you a necessity to me;
it gave me a sense of purpose.
I would have died for you.
Perhaps it was the ignorance of youth
that kept me from realizing it,
surrounded by mirrors
reflecting the eyes I only had on you
as you gave in to the death awaiting.
But I caught you and held you near,
water like ice in my eyes
melting away from the fire of my hate;
driving to destroy your destroyer
I lived for you.
In the darkest of perils,
your hate became the seed of your destruction;
the curse of your inevitable fate.
You fought against it, and I tried to help,
but you let it sink in and take over you.
I saw your biggest fear,
and your life's purpose was laid before you;
inviting, enticing, irresistable,
waiting for you to take your first steps.
I love you.
I am following you into the dark,
reaching my ready hand towards you,
willing you to return.
Things could never be the same
if you were gone.
I never go back on my word:
I will not lose you.
Can a person be whole if they can't even save
their best friend?