My Beloved, My Enemy.

Run.

To the ends of Earth, darling.

To the lands of the dead.

To the heavens or anywhere beyond the hereafter.

But,

not you,

not me,

can ever escape ourselves.

We are but our own worst enemies.

Lurking in the dark.

Exist but not.

Unseen but felt.

Never spoke but heard.

Kind yet cruel.

Oh my lover and my killer.

My salvation and my demise.

My best supporter, friend, and hater.

You are talented, they say.

But you are not, the little voice says.

You are beautiful, they say.

But you are not, the little voice says.

Who to believe?

Those who never understand us, or the one who always stays with us?

Those who only saw our facade, or the one who saw our wretched face?

Tame them and win, darling.

It's always the little voice over the voices of others.

Morph them, darling.

Control them.

Befriend them.

Cause they are you and you can get them to believe in you more than yourself ever would.

Cause they are your biggest supporter and one who would always be there even if no one else could.

Your beloved,

or your enemy.

The right to decide has always been yours to make.

by MG