We kill her, and it's ruin.
We save her, and it's ruin again.
We build and shape each other like clay; even if steeped in hate
We are closer than friends, closer than family, closer than lovers.
There's not Me without Her
Not truly, and the thought is as despairing as it is beautiful. ❤️

and who am I? just another one
who walks in the shadows. I don't need them
but they need me. one day you can see me
just fine walking on the light. and the other you also see me
with your blood in my hands walking on the shadows.