tangled.

why is it that people don't ask me how i am?
they ask how we are?
sometimes i get tired of being always attached to your name.
i cannot be without you.
you cannot be without me.
one cannot be without the other.
i get sick of it.
i wish to be free from you somehow.
i wish they'd remember me as me and not as us.

but there are times when we are apart
people ask how i am
and they don't know you
nor any history of us
and i am only I
and somehow i begin to miss us.