I love her. She's beautiful. She is gone forever. Her name will always bring me aches. Always.
I fear her. She's horrific. She won't leave me alone. Her name will always make me flinch. Always.
I need her. She's serene. Her time is fleeting. Her name will always be. Always.
I am not her. She's something, at least. She will always be within me, but never outwardly will I pay her mind. She will always be with me. Whether I like it or not, Always.
Poem about the women that shaped who I am. For better or for worse.