In a sense my problems began long before she stumbled into my life. A poet would compare her to a young newborn doe, I am no poet. She was a fledgling parasite with no one to feed off. I saw only saw the light in her eyes and knew not of the darkness they masked. She fluttered and danced into my life. Slowly but surely becoming my world...taking with her every trait of mine and mimicking it to her advantage. Sneaking behind my back and dragging my name through the dirt. The girl I loved had many faces and many languages too. That girl I loved was the snake in my Eden; the forbidden apple that God had warned me of was her friendship. In my eyes it was a lovely game of fighting, then love, and toxicity. That lady, that evil little woman consumed me. She claimed I was always wanting from her but this was not true. In my eyes she was to me as Daisy was to Gatsby. She was my little flower covered in poison bleeding thorns. I did anything and became anyone for her. When she needed defending i was her knight in shining armor. I gave her everything she ever wanted but it was never enough, I was never enough. She yelled, made rude comments, demanded I call her for strenuous amounts of time. From when I woke till before I slept everyday, accept for holidays. She absolutely hated when I had other best friends or significant others. I never understood why it was that I couldn't love someone else (because she wouldn't love me). She was allowed to many different partners and friends but not me..I was hers exclusively. It was a cage and I never could fully escape. I can't bring myself to write this in a beautiful way simple because it isn't beautiful. Whenever I was positive she'd drag me down so she could be happy..it was as if our happy feelings could not exist together. Sometimes I'd go over to her house to clean her room, make her food, curl her hair, and even apply self tanner if she wanted me to. I did everything she asked without hesitation. Every task,every command..as if she were the devil and I was her demon. At her disposal I was her sword. A mere tool for use, not a person just a thing. No one was allowed to love me but her for if that dared to happen hell would break loose. She'd whisper lies in my ear and twist my memories and situations. She'd get into my head and manipulate things to her advantage until I snapped and stayed single. I would of course,be filled with resentment. Miraculously we'd soon fight as I rebelled against her. By the end of this battle she would have me apologizing for her actions. What a conniving soulless monster that girl i loved was.
