split personality

It will never
be the same,
His smell
infiltrates my nose.
Sandle wood.
I need to know
this is real or
it will be.
Who are you
really?
What did i do
to deserve this?
Why me?
How did
this happen.
Tonight will
be her last.
Her breath will
stop and i
will be born.
How will this
help anyone?
will it help me?
No one will
even notice.
will they
even care?