He When I

He laughs when I'm serious, smiles when I cry,
is content when I'm livid, and lives while I die.
He is hot when I'm cold, young when I'm old,
dry eyed when I'm tearful, and dull when I'm bold.
But he is giving up while I'm striving for more.
He's closing up while I'm opening doors.
I know he has listened though speak no he won't.
At least now he knows that he's loved... But I don't.
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