At first I was protecting her, so I put her in shadows,
but later I was protecting myself from her, and she became the shadow.
She was reckless with her heart, so it used to shatter more often than not,
I didn’t want my heart to break, so I didn’t let her have a say,
They said, they used to be like her, but not with awe, but condescension,
I felt her being seen as weak, so I tried to be everything but her.
She used to see unconditional love as a virtue, and I experienced it to be a vice so hopeless.
Trust me, I was trying to protect her, but never knew, she would become my hostage.
She could never speak or have a say again.
I saw her as pure, too pure for this world,
Yet I started to see her from their eyes.
I saw a pathetic, naïve, emotional, hopelessly loving girl, who is too weak to be their equal.
The games they play, she never stood a chance,
I too found myself being repulsed by her, exactly as they were.
Though I burned the ground, they were playing on,
I still kept her jailed, as if, it was her,
who was the reason of my pain.
I burned the bridge, which led them to me and her,
but I feel, I also tried to burn the bridge between me and her.
I made her my shadow, because I was so afraid of her,
I was protecting her, but never was able to accept her.
She became someone I am ashamed of, ashamed of her big heart,
and more ashamed that she couldn’t play their games and never was their match.
I lost the sight, blinded by the pain and shame,
I was angry with her, that she was not a player, as they were.
I was angry with her, as she couldn’t hit back, and just took the hits.
I know I was trying to protect her, but I was born from her,
She created me, to protect her,
She is not my shadow, I was hers.
We were always meant to compliment each other,
I could never exist, if it was not for her.
I now, invite her out of the shadows,
We need each other, as the light needs the darkness,
Enantiodromia, me and her,
Together, creating a sharper version of us.