Notte

What was I to do when I found out you were fake?

That everything I thought was for attention or misconstrued

was as bad as everyone assumed?

Biding your time, sneaky tricks, foul words and foul play…

Scowling all of the while, making others pay for crimes they didn’t commit-

What was I to do when I found your bleeding wrists?

How can you glare at me,

Keep that impertinent look when even someone as piteous as I turn my head?

Why can you never cry, never forgive- relent for just one time.

You turn that knife on me and I feel resentment rise like bile in my throat.

I stand beside you, right or wrong, and you never trust me- nor I you.

I never thought it was possible, to hate someone more than myself,

but the scars on your body tell of every sickening thing that you’ve done.

Your only solace is hiding in the shadows,

keeping the truth out of your sight,

but I think I can see your fear: knowing that your haven is cast by the light.

Giorno

What was I to do when I found out you were real?

That everything I thought was for show, a goodness I can’t grasp,

was actually true?

Charity, self-sacrifice, hope, faith, and love…

Smiling through every adversity and giving completely of yourself-

What was I to do when I found myself inferior in every way?

How can I look you in the eye,

When I bow my head in shame you kneel and lift my chin.

Why do you never tire, never anger- lose your patience.

You whisper so softly in my ear; your virtue is saving me.

I should be sickened, I tell myself, but it’s so comforting- I can’t hate you.

I never thought it was possible, to melt away my years of unjustified aggression,

but I don’t even find myself avoiding your hooded gaze, untainted by the evil that I am.

You do not even shy away from the shadows;

You say there is no light without dark,

And I find those pretty words hold conviction in your mind.