The Feeling's Mutual

We were never meant
to be, you and I,
with your biting words
and my narrowed eye.
We fit like a foot
in a shoe too small.

I hated you.

We fought like vicious
animals for its sake,
spitting venom and
vitriol like a snake.

We escaped each other
with many a cut and a scar,
and many a time I thought
of hitting you with a car.

Maybe I should've.

Yet you came back for me,
coming and leaving
at your whim, and when I
couldn't hear the sound
of your disgusting voice,
it was all too bereaving.

Rather than relief,
only discomfort I derived
when you stopped
eating my food and
stealing my things,
and for one moment,

I feared that I was
starting to miss you.

It must've been too
good to be true,
because one day I
found you an aged
and croaking man, and
suddenly, you just weren't.

Maybe I do miss you.
Just a little.