Our common disparity.

Yesterday you called me a name I did not recognize. I was coming to terms of how I'm losing a grip on myself, and you shattered it all. I've never expected you to lose sight of me when I am. But then again who am I to picture you being selfless? You're probably losing grip on yourself too, and I was too self absorbed to realize that.

Before I knew it, I've made a tool out of you. Its always as if we belong to different worlds. Yours were my escape route, and an easy one at that. After a while, you turned into a habit. Just like a drug, and I'm the addict. My mess turned into ours, and I demanded you to solve it.