Mirrors
I despise you.
It's a hatred that runs deep within my marrow and coats my skin like a poison.
If I had the choice, I would leave you to wither way in the wind, or watch your skin fall off in sloshing water.
And I know you want to do the same to me.
I watch your eyes change as you look my direction, and see them darken with contempt and envy.
And the thought makes me happy.
I smile, knowing I'm on your mind constantly, a pest you can't be rid of.
Unfortunately, my mind isn't pest-free either.
You're an itch I cannot scratch, a whisper I cannot ignore, a light I cannot stifle.
And I watch as that makes you smile that stupid, idiotic grin.
So while we may be mortal enemies,
we still are the one thing that pushes each other forward,
to be better than the other,
we smile knowing we're a plague the other cannot be ride of,
then remember we are plagued ourselves,
because we are happily unhappy together out of anger and spite.