In another view
A sly optimist
Erase doubts
Trying.
Try.
Gather the strength
One more
Attempt
Faith
Reach
For desire
Out of grasp
But within sight.
She lay
On a bed
Linen thoughts
Contemplate
Possibility.
The prince
Suppose
She was the princess
And Queen
He broke her
Used her
She had been blind
Faked
Drunk
Dazzled
By illusions.
Her jester
Cynic
Loner
Pessimist
Advocate of the devil
In her golden court
Her heart
He taught
In the most rotten of ways.
Rub salt on wound
Add insult to injury
Mock her antics
Berate her stupidity
Turn a blind eye on her affections
Yet point out her imperfections.
Nevertheless
He was real
Not fake
No masks
True to self
Revealing
Dead fish eyes
Familiar to grief
Memorized deception
Wise and cold
Cruel kindness
Concealing a faint light
Brighter than anything
She would see.
Remember his advice.
He was the jester, cynic and sage.
In his own words, a good friend.
Once again
Traipse the edge
An abyss
And paradise
Stared at it
Back at her.
She was not afraid.
Not anymore.
Assume
He would catch her
Not let her fall
Even if
The cost is steep.
For him, a small price to pay.
In her pursuit for blind perfection
Just as he had predicted
Humans would
Can
And will be blinded
By glistening deception.
Look for the glow
Not for the shine
The latter
Merely a reflection
Of genuine character
Emulated by a second.
He glowed in the dark
The other shone by his light
Confusion
But decision
Follow the shine.
No judgements.
In another
A cynic
On his own bed
Of thoughts
Writhing
Like a dying snake
But not for trivial reasons.
No.
Gut feelings
Primal instincts
Telling him
Lingering blunder
Not of jealousy
Or anger
Depression
But fear.
He had a good friend
Be it a fiery one
Consuming
Destructive
Despicable
Beautiful
Kind
Loving
Deeper character
Than seen by most
By then
He would realize
When his supposed friends
Hated his cynicism
Refusing him for good
A fallen Queen
Dared stoop down
To his level
As an equal.
Friend
Such a nice word
A capitalist idea
One feeds off the other
Formerly parasitic
Possibly symbiotic
Deny as he would
Be it a lie
He appreciated it.
He was a poor man.
Not any more.
Her presence
Rich
In love and mutuality
Something
He was trash
But she acknowledged him
Eventually
Conclude their relationship.
Not all
Love
Different
Shapes and forms
He did not need
But mutual assistance
Marginally lower commitment
Admittedly
Lasting longer
Than romanticism
Tempered by sex
But friendship?
Ask for no more.
Miura Yumiko
A name
Something more
On the level
Of a certain airhead
Ice queen
Possibly higher
Perhaps more genuine
What could it be
Friends?
Friends.
She will take what she could.
He will take what he has.