Split

I hate her.
I've done everything for her.
I hide for her. I breathe for her.
I cry with her.
I feel pain with her.
Not anymore.
I'm not doing it anymore.
I'm not hiding anymore.
I'm not breathing for her anymore.
One last thing I'll do for her is take this pain away
and one last thing I'll do for me is take this pain away
take this split to peace
take my home
take this step
take out what was never there.
When you look into her eyes is it really her
or is it me?
When you hear the things she says is it really her or is it me?
Who is who or are we the same?
Can't we be one but more all the same?
Can't one be broken down into two?
Is it strange to say that it was never just one
maybe when she was saying she was afraid to be alone she was really saying she was afraid to be left with me.
If she cried right now would I care?
if she begged right now would I listen?
No I can't.
I will win this one.