Two-Faced

Kindred spirit, your stripes seem familiar.
Yet you keep your insides unknown.
Passenger princess,
your surface glistens and reflects.
Distracting from icy secrets
deep below.
Icicles pierce the back of my neck.
You demand control under a guise
of respect.
You flee from the pathological fear
of realizing things you regret.

Does your fear of letting others in stem from certainty that
they should flee?
You salted wounds then tried to punish my clear reluctance to
watch you bleed.
I know your pain is real, but
it's no excuse to stay this mean.
The worst of it is you were never
in any danger of scaring me.

I refuse to be a victim of this strange crusade to boost
your self esteem.
A victim who couldn't hurt a fly, is that what you'd have me believe?
I will not compete for the attentions of those beyond a screen.
Reaping what you sowed alone, I'm sorry you couldn't count
on me.

I can forgive you for making me deal with your emotional decay.
But our bond was severed the day you made me feel unsafe.

I wonder what flavor of suffering made you think
this was okay.
My punishment is simple:
I refuse to stay.