To My Friend And Foe Poem by Julio 2 Amarante

Your stood by me more times than I can imagine.
You gave me the urge to live only not to disappoint
you
My friend stood as my blank point,
No blank slate could erase you from me.

I envy you by your bold choices of life,
And lament not to have given you the truth
As happy I see you came into being what one deserves.

Maybe I could have loved you,
Getting into you,
O master manipulator,
Apart the fact of wanting the best,
Damn you,
Your flowers rotten in a place of nowhere.
A spot where, there, nobody is,
Only my admiration for your skills.

I have received many notifications.
Seldom any kind of salutation,
As in the yearly "State of the Nation"
and yet it's your brightly,
Gentle presence ~fucking head~
A monster over this bed,
A good soul buried under,
All of me remains simply asunder.