Keep your friends close and enemies closer
They say. My enemy sleeps next to me at night
And only speaks as a cruel composer
Of insightful insults born out of spite.
Ours is a hellish marriage. We are bound
In conflict, so bound up in mutual
Hate that our situation must confound
An observer into seeing one soul.
Yet we are two. I swear it, we are two!
I despise my demonic counterpart,
Always proclaiming lies as wholesome truth
To deceive and rend my innocent heart.
I see myself in stark relief: white, black;
The little strength I have, so much I lack.
