"You bring out the worst out in me.", she yelled at me.
I understood her to mean that the worst of of her insecurities, the frailties and the fears. I was feeding her demon, maybe.
There used to be a time when I would also bring out the best in the same person. I realise that the journey from best is usually a downhill slippery slope. Did not realise that we might already be bottom scraping.
This is a poem without its meter.
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