Her
But also me
She is there holding
All my confidence
Dreams and desires
In her hands
My hands
Our hands
Except I can’t keep my grasp
On the better parts
She sees  a pretty face in the mirror
Her face
My face
Our face
When I peer into the glass
I cannot see it
I see hollow eyes
My eyes
Her eyes
Our eyes
Enshadowed by sleepless nights
Within me is hate
Within her is love
Her love my hate
But also my love
And her hate
Some days she gets out
Of bed before Me
The day starts and she is happy
I am happy
We are happy
But if I wake first
The sadness prevails
I ache
She aches
We ache