he is the
worst person
you have
ever
met

he is constantly
judging

always
making snide
remarks

always telling you
that you can be doing
better

when he talks
there is
always a sense
of acknowledged
arrogance

his steps are loud
like the rest of him

he always seems to be around.
especially when you don’t want
him to be

he knows when
one more sly remark
will do you in

(and then makes
one)

he trashes your house at parties
he eats out your fridge clean
he seduces your girlfriend and
beguiles your wife and he always
seems to be preferred by your
friends

you can’t shake him
you can’t hide from him

he knows where you are
and you know that too

he doesn’t need shadows
when you’re as paranoid
as you are

he can be in the room
and yet somehow
be hiding from you

he laughs when you scream
at him for the millionth time

he smiles as you cry
or hold back crying

he climaxes when you beg
him to stop

he will never leave you

you are born with him
and will die with him

no-one else knows he’s there
but they always suspect there’s
someone bugging you

(they know people like him
too)

he doesn’t ever leave things too
messed up
and the worst part of it all
is that he’s right

always right
always always always
right

when he whispers that
you don’t love her

he’s right

when he shows you how stupid
you were acting

he’s right

when he dances ahead of you
because you can’t keep up

he’s right

and most of all he’s right
when he tells you it’s all
your fault

you can put your fists up
but that’s worth jack-****

he never needs to say a word
but he does anyways

(he always wins,
especially in fights)

he’ll ask you one day
what it’s like to be the
biggest **** up in the
world

you will suddenly hear
an empathic tone
in his voice
that most definitely
wasn’t there
before

what’s it like?
he asks again
and again
you hear that tremble,
that aching,
shaking,
terrible
confusion
that means he
really wants to
know

but why does he?

does he care?
does he not hate me?
does he… love
me?

he waits for your answer

“you’re not anybody,
are you?”

you’ll ask

no, he’ll say,
only what you
let me be

and from that day forth
he’ll only be a memory,
threatening to come back
if you ever let yourself
go (like you did) again