I want to be remembered
Long after I’m gone
Not as a student
A philosopher, or a writer…
I want to be understood
Long after I’m gone
Not as a child,
A woman, or a soldier…
I want to be loved
Long after I’m gone
Not as a daughter,
A sister, or a mother…
I want to be an artist of words
A person operating under the guise
Of insanity
And loved simply for having existed
If I cannot have any of this
Then I will give it
All to you
Every memory I possess
Every moment of comprehension
Every lover ever known
Will be in honor of you
For you never saw
What I became
You never became
What you saw in yourself
I will do all this for you
Until
My heart dies.
Continue to fill my head with heart felt poems and watch your comments grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The second half of this poem is gut-wrenchingly beautiful