Is This Love?

He made me happy for a while,
But the honey moon phase always fades
And although there's a ring on my finger
I'm not sure that anythings going to change.

He delayed the sadness for awhile,
But the sadness always wins
And while I was looking towards our future,
The present began crumbling.

Now he's asleep in our bed
And I'm lying next to him
Resenting how he rests,
Drunk from the whiskey he had "sipped".

I feel controlled,
Trapped by expections he never set,
Overthinking every thought
But having no thoughts except for his.

Every I becomes We,
Do I still have an identity of my own?
Comprise is key they say,
But when is it enough?

Why should we do anything for love
If it means our individuality is lost.