We met when we were children
Young, naive, innocent.
We grew apart, yet our lives remained connected.
You were damaged
But so was I
Broken, beaten, betrayed
Deemed unnecessary and useless
Because we were different.
Because we thought different.
Weird, unnatural, morbid
Our shared outcasting 
Bonded us.
We shared stories of
Misery, injustice, tragedy 
We made good decisions occasionally
But more often bad ones.
You let me take care of you 
But I didn’t know how.
I let you know my deepest secrets
But you cared too much.
In an effort to lift each other up
We dragged ourselves down.
Deep, dark, down
Time only made it worse.
Your aloof nature irritated me
My inability to heal frustrated you.
We thought we were magnets
Together, matched, alike 
We should have stayed away.
I was white
You were black
I was sandpaper 
You were suede
I belonged to my demons 
You still belong to yours.
Years later now
Our lives no longer intertwined
I hear whispers of you
Distant, quiet, but there
They remind of what once was
The we
We used to be.
I still care.
I think of you too often,
I try to remember that you are past tense,
Him.
But that makes me wonder,
Am I still your
Her?