Probably it was worth it. All those years with you.
I remember that evening as a child when I met you for the first time;
alone on the swing, I sat as the twelfth man of our 'galli' cricket team;
when you so lovingly extended your tiny fingers, "Friends?"
I remember how our friendship evolved into a need,
as I held on to you like fish to air.
Too much, and I couldn't breathe. Too less, and I'd suffocate.
I remember those sunsets we spent together, writing poetry.
Yet again, our friendship evolved into an addiction,
as I held on to you like a sailor to his rum.
Too less, and he'd die thirsty. Too much, and he'd die insane.
I remember those evenings I doubted your fidelity.
"Narcissist", you called me. Was I?
Yet again, our friendship evolved into distrust,
as I held on to you like a surgeon to his knife.
Too deep, and he'd kill. Too shallow, and he'd still kill.
I remember those nights of remorse, deceit, love, and gratitude,
when through my window you'd crawl in and cuddle till I choked.
Yet again, our friendship evolved into disgust,
as I held on to you like an assassin to his guilt.
And to you, I did succumb.
Inferiority complex.
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