Falling

She. She is perfection, she owns his affection, and guides his direction. She is the one. To give his life, his struggles,and strife, and the pain of a knife, she is the everything. The good and evil, but not from her. The problems they have come from one that causes them. 

He. He is the lover, who knows no other, who to her is uncovered. He is the one. To give the problems and flaws, to break all the laws, and the ohs to all the awe. He is nothing. The hate and the knowledge, and all from him. I am that he.

The struggles are made my her, created by him, and escalate to the beyond. Them. And while he does not know for sure, he believes that she is happy. He is not. For what happens is his fault, and he hates all for it. He is mad, lost in his world, grasping that to everyone else, on the surface, is ok. He helps where needed, but he doesn't not want to be here. His only grasp his her. And he knows it is slowly fading. She sees within herself flaws, she keeps herself within her laws, and he loves all of her. But he does not help with the flaws, and he breaks all her laws, and she, for some unknown reason, loves him too. He is helpless. For the reasons he is sad is the reason she is glad and she is happy. So what is he? And where is he to go when the grasp finally fades? To the nothing, where all things belong, and his true love, life where life doesn't live.