by Caydence Coe

Created on: November 20, 2009

You, my scapegoat, my victim, my friend.

Carving your name on the stairs,

framing you for my weak temptations.

You, my cherub, my rival.

My eternal rival, the constant comparisons,

The clever one; the pretty one; the Half-one.

Watching you with my emerald eyes, my jaded skin.

You. The Aryan Princess.

You stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine.

The only line we never did cross.

The invisible ones we dance upon, undivided,

unrivalled in togetherness.

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