The Other

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The Other

  

There’s this little monster barely four feet tall

She started out needy, desperate for love and attention 

She was brilliant and obedient
Yet no one really noticed.
Now she’s the occasional bitch
That cuts you with words deep.
She’s at the tip of my tongue 
When I’m riled and annoyed
She would alienate me from all I love
If I let her free. 
That little girl in me still hungers 
For what can never be. 
But her breath is mine too
Intertwined, two hearts in one soul 
She would burn all the bridges
Just to prove a point 
Even if the very act 
Would be her final breath. 
So now 
When I catch her reflection in my own
I smile, 
And she smiles back. 
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