You

You.
You blame everything on me.
And, I blame everything on you.
What a simple, easy process.
You would think that it would work out fantastically-we both have someone to blame.
It's a perferct scenario for the two of us.
That's why you'd think we'd get along well.
And, for the most part, we do.
So, when we're apart while being physically so close, it hurts.
It tears me apart.
Then, maybe you just use me?
But, maybe that's why we fit so well together.
I guess I could compare it to a Sadist/Masochist relationship.
Maybe you use me, and maybe you enjoy it.
But, in a sick, twisted way, maybe I enjoy it, too.
It means I get to stay close to you.
It means I feel wanted.
I was the one that accepted you when your 'friends' didn't.
I was the one that didn't stab you in the back.
You were the one that didn't judge me.
You took my good with my bad.
It was you that helped me to my feet three years ago.
You helped me become who I wanted to be, and I supported who you wanted to be.

Back in the good days, you were the dark one, and I was the happy one. Back then, I was the only one you dared to smile in front of. Back then, we were inseparable. Back then, we were Fangie and Iggy. Together.

Now, we aren't partners anymore. We're so close, but so far apart.