You don't know me.
I’m warning you now,
don't even consider knowing me
or pretend to know me.
I've beaten lesser men
and poisoned the hearts
of lesser women
for trying to know me.

I am aggressively alone in distant observation,
away from unpredictable friends
who often transform
into entirely predictable enemies.

Alone is my simple form of silent tranquility
with my thoughts and my words
and my unfulfilled dreams.
The silhouette of a single Canadian goose
stands majestically on the shore
of the summer river
below the orange city skyline at dusk,
or the smell
of your old leather jacket
and a soft kiss
that partially wakes me
before you leave in the early morning
to never return.

That person,
that person that just happen to be that person.
There's always that person.
That person you love and then that person you hate.
That person that takes,
that person that gives,that person you can't forgive,
that person you want to be and live.
There's that person that you share secrets with,
that person you would get it on with
and,
that person you don't get along with.
That person.
That person that brings that joy and spice.
That person that gives you life, that person that's dead
and
That person that won't get outta yah head.
That person,
that person that's you and that person you don't know.
There that person that can hurt you ,
That person that you'll let hurt you,
then,
that person that'll let you hurt them.
That person that's always happy , always sad, always angry and mad.
That's person that's cold or always lose control.
That person that's wise, that person that's a fool.
That person that's just another tool.
That person that's all these persons.
That person that's just another person or,
That person is you, that person is me.
That person that just happen to be that person

I'm thinking thought I rather not remember.
about things that dont matter,
people that dont exist,
or can't change.

So there's an issue between

you and me

You said yourself to keep the issue between

you and me

So I respected that and kept to myself.

But suddenly this isn't just about

you and me.

You went to one of your friends so that he could get onto my personal pages and mock me

You posted publicly on social media

You called me out in front of an audience

So tell me

What the hell happened to this being between

"you" and "me"?

Let me tell you something.
Something which may seem
Difficult to digest
Or counter-intuitive.
Your enemies are your best friends.
You must be wondering
What the hell?
But seriously your enemies are your best friends.
No one helps you more than your enemies.
They think of you better than anyone.  
By being on lookout for
Your slips and weaknesses,
They always keep you focused-
Always at your toes.
They help your realize your true potential.
They bring out the best of you.
They never let you dawdle.
They never deceive you
Or blandish you.
They reveal your loyalties.
Above all
Nothing beats the pleasure of
Beating your enemies.
Don’t all these make them your best friends?

We often forget that the person closest to us could be one
The one we always try to protect ourselves from