A bad friend

If there ever was a bad friend or lover,

It is I.

Concerned only with my satisfaction.

Quenching my own desire.

Making you a tool.

Using you, for my own selfish gain.

It is not fair,

That I expect you,

To mimick my behaviour and emotions.

Laugh when I smile, cry when I am sad.

You share my sorrow and joy,

but I leave you to drown in yours. 

Give you a push, when you are tumbling down.

I laugh when you loose,

feel anger when you win.

I have trashed your name,

flushed you down the toilet. 

Vent my anger on you, belittle you 

so that I feel superior. 

It is no secret what I do

You have been warned-told. 

I am poison-evil.

I carry an unholy mark

Promised to the devil

He awaits me in the fires of hell.

But,

you look at me,

Like I am the sunshine. 

You treat me gentle with love. 

You paint me as the beautiful painting

That I am not.

The touch of my needle fingers

Makes you smile.

The reflection of my face in your eyes,

Wow, it's beautiful!

I am in your thoughts-dreams,

the chambers of your heart.

And,

When you embrace me with your love,

I become almost good.

For just a fraction of a second,

I long...!