A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it gew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the three.

-- William Blake

Word for word- this poem represents my relationship with my roommate, Zach. He and I are both gay and, on more than one occasion, he has admitted to me that sees me as a threat to his friendships and lifestyle. I, personally, don't agree... for if I really found him a threat I'd be setting him up for disaster like the foe in this poem.