You used to inspire me,
but now you’re a wretched spire,
jabbing its way through my pure skies.
The mighty have not fallen,
gently;
smokes, mirrors came down,
in rage.
Do my words remind you,
of the real me,
or the biased memory of me,
since I left you?
It’s an important difference,
we watched our faces change,
into something more beautiful,
and infinitely more terrifying;
we never thought it possible.
Two monsters;
insecure emotions;
a dead-end invitation,
that might never expire.
Andy Veilleux 
vivid,
nicely said!
Thanks Jingle
This reminded me of one of those relationships where each person brings out the worst in the other and somehow, though completely twisted, they end up needing it.
This had some powerful images, Andy. I really enjoyed it. Look forward to reading more.
Thanks Talon, I completely agree about the paradox of bringing out the worst in one another, and somehow realizing you need it. IT’s always a tough, but exciting, situation. I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂