phantom woman

phantom woman do it for me. phantom woman live while i watch, tired and confused. 

when you are active i feel good. when you are addressed i feel good. when you are loved i feel good.

the could have been woman? the could have become woman?

i see you through a glass darkly. yet i feel you inside me. i don't truly know you yet i think you know me perfectly.

you don't have the angst of all the everyday struggle. yet you are thwarted, deeply pained. 

all this cis personality is maybe less ingrained than it feels.

phantom woman are you my real self more than i am? is it me who is the phantom?