If he’s not happy, I’m not happy.
If he suffers, I suffer.
If he doesn’t smile, I don’t smile.
If tears fall from his eyes, tears fall from mine.
If his heart breaks, mine does too.
I am his mirror, reflecting what he feels.
I am his strength, the light in the darkness.
He is my angel, slowly falling from heaven.
I am his demon, rising out of Hell for him.
Angel. Demon.
Light. Dark.
Yin. Yang.
Male. Female.
We are still one.
Broken in two.