Sometimes I think there's nothing more to you than beauty.
Most of the time the only thing about you is beauty.
I don't need to describe you- I can't describe you. My description wouldn't do you justice- and, as a millennium old cliche says-, words just fail me to describe you. How can I say your hair is blonde, when I see strands of gold, silver, gray and light brown in it, blending like the colors of our homeland, Egypt?
How can I describe your eyes- your half-lidded eyes, looking ferociously at me, danger, disdain and discontent shining in those pupil-less violet blue eyes, all into one? How can I describe your mouth; with your small lips, pearly white teeth and vicious tongue that you use for harsh and cruel words only? How can I say your body is tall and wiry, when it's yet slender and toned?
Sometimes I think the only emotions you know are anger and hate.
Most of the time you are nothing but anger and hate.
I don't need to tell you this. I know you know and there's nothing you do about it. That's why we don't talk, we scream and yell. That's why we don't have a conversation, we rip each other’s hair out and scream some more. That's why we disagree on everything, and can't discuss anything.
I know you feel more than anger and hate- I've seen it in your eyes, yes, the same eyes that show each and every expression, as much as you hate it. Most of the time, your eyes blaze with fury, filled with pain or venom, but sometimes, just sometimes, there's something else. The pity I see is not for me, not for yourself- but to those fools, those human fools who walk on this Earth, the same Earth you hate and wanted to destroy. The pity you show if for your other half; yet you're the fool for pitying him.
Yes, you pity the one that gave birth to you, you call him weak and spineless behind his back, laugh at his every way and all his hopes and dreams. Still, you are afraid, yes, I said afraid of him because he overcame you once and he will overcome you once again if he wants to. Someone as strong as him to give birth to his own hatred and anger, and who survived the darkness of said hatred and anger and overcame it doesn't deserve to be mocked or laughed at. You know it and he knows it too, otherwise you wouldn't cringe when he sometimes looks at you. You know that look- the one that tells you you're around only because of his mercy and his consent- and as soon as you do something he doesn't like, he won't hesitate to send you off again. To the Shadow Realm, or worse.
It's funny that your and my former host –before we got our own bodies by magical means- are the only one visiting us, albeit it being sporadically. I'm not afraid of my host, I respect him, funny as it may sound. He managed to stand up twice against me and, though it foiled my plans, I liked it that way- I could never do with a spineless wimp for a host. He visits me with a bag of groceries, cleans a little and looks through our bills- only to shake his head. Everybody is still wondering why we are together, as in living together, not anything else together. Your host likes to ponder that, when he visits- he brings nothing with him, as he knows you wouldn't accept anything from him. He still thinks because we were both dark sides, who didn't get quite along with their hosts, we're drawn towards each other. I don't think it's very plausible; still I'd rather share my life with you than with anyone else.
How I wish you were my dream.Sometimes I think you are my dream.
I don't need to think about this. I once prided myself in being the darkness, and reveled in the shadows surrounding me. I met my darkness in you- because you are everything I hate. I hate you for your carelessness, your ability to push everything and everybody aside, and to be immune to hurt looks and snarled words of irritation and frustration. You laugh at all of them and get excited because you know they fear you. You like to hear them yelling at you for not giving them a chance, for not opening up, for not even trying. They tried one for one, but they all failed. I don't know why they even bothered; you were born from darkness and the first emotion you knew was hate. Hate running so deep, you killed and tortured.
Most of the time you are one fucking nightmare.