NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED: Tales of Crazy Possession and Lethal Obsession

Now that I'm back at litnet after several days of missing it so much... I supposed it would be worth all the days I am (and would be) gone () to post a poem I wrote when I was in sixth grade. Whoops! Don't turn your back on me just yet! I promise you it won't be that bad.

Or will it?

The answer will come to you as you read on.

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(untitled*)

You’re my friend but you are evil
I don’t know if I’ll like you still.
But you are my friend for you’re meant to be
And just like a demon you’re cursed to me.
You stay with me and be my all,
You stand beside me and I stand tall
And you wouldn’t care to appear so small
But later on you’ll see me fall
And I crash to the ground, without a sound
For you’ve come to catch me, and stay around
And watch me hold back all my cries
As we look into each other’s eyes
And you see the hurt you’ve done to me
Though I know you’ll never truly see
For deep inside you, you feel nothing,
While I am trying to fight back this feeling
And hold back words of silent aggression
I don’t know why I can’t let you hear them.
I know I’m strong, strong enough to be true.
But I’m not strong enough to get away from you.
I know I don’t need you, for I never did.
But what’s this strange force you heed?
When I didn’t know you, I did survive
But now, without you, I’m never alive.
Is there an instance I can cite
Of me becoming a parasite
To you—indeed there’s nothing I know
But if you’re the host upon which I grow
You must be dying. You’re dying for me
To die too and keep you company
But that can’t be, for what you’ve taken from me
Is my own opportunity
To live, to survive, to be just fine
And to fairly take what should be mine.
The feeling is too harsh, I cannot hold
I’m lying in the dark, I’m trembling and cold
I cry in your arms, till time tells me when.
And then like a miracle I feel warm again.
I don’t know what God meant to give you to me.
If only He'd let me, I'd set you free.
If I turn back and leave and never return
I'd be happy but if you go it's my heart that'll burn.

©acg2006,2008

*For years I have been trying to come up with a title that would suit this poem, for it seemed like nothing would. I sent it to an poetry contest for adults once (along with a few other poems I made in fifth grade) with the title "My Irony Friend," unfortunately it didn't win and I stripped it of the title right away, seeing as I was not satisfied with it at all for it did not reflect the poem's true feeling. However, I'm sure some of you could come up with great ideas for a title that would finally complete this poem. Your suggestions are most welcome!