I feel like there’s enough of you

In me.

Enough to make me cringe at my own song.

Enough to make me strive my whole life long.

Enough to burn the same ladder I climb on.

To keep Heaven pure, safe from your seed

And from the Dragon you ride on.

Ask me if I’m human, all the time.

Stringing me up in the lines

Of a 7th Ward nursery rhyme.

But hating you

Through every breakthrough

Every victory,

Has only given me

Misery…

I used to dream of overcoming

A dusty motherfucker

Who looks just like you.

And as with every dream I reveal,

This too, comes true.

Because I think there’s enough of me

In you.

To make myself

An enemy too.

Difference is

I love myself

More than I hate you.