“Get out of my house!”

I roar like a lion.

I stare intently, glossing over and over and over again.

The man, staring back at me, unphased by my anger sees through my hollow rage.

He haunts me

Hunts me down

Follows me wherever I go.

He smashes my spirit

Kills my ego

And chokes the life out of my hopes and dreams.

He’s there with me,

Taunting me

Menacingly.

Yet,

He’s the only one who has been there for me

Seen my torment

And picked up the pieces of a shattered soul.

“I hate you.” I murmur.

“ I hate you too.” He says.

The love hate relationship we have is more bittersweet than most lives can bear, but we openly embrace each other as the shadow and light dynamic we are. Like the Yin and Yang of a fated ordination.

“Goodnight old friend.”

I turn off the lights to the bathroom

For the mirrors are for the shadows