Double Negative

I’m often called a pessimist,
I see the worst in things,
I’m patiently awaiting
whatever doomsday brings,
but she is also negative,
she’s picture perfect, thus,
our minus signs can cancel out,
two negatives make ‘plus’.

She wakes up every morning,
as if it were her last,
whilst I awake to sweet daybreak,
forget the night has passed.
She smiles to the mirror,
but she hates the smile back,
I often frown, when feeling down,
my nerves under attack.

I conquered fear, she conquered me,
I lift my cloak, so she can see,
The scars made by society,
we’re not the same variety,
as every person,
every soul,
and every dream,
for every goal.

we’re backwards thinking,
late night drinking.
She is my saviour,
strange behaviour,
lying in between the sheets,
I’m not like all the guys she meets,
I’ve not not got the words to say,
to make her say she’ll not not stay,
the night skies turn so not not grey,
but she will brighten up my day.