When the Wind Hits the Ground

To me she's the rock:
Unmovable, solid,
There.

To her I'm the wind:
Breezing through her life,
With debris in my wake.

To me she's the North Star:
A guide,
The first hope at night.

To her I'm the moon:
Dependent on a star,
Waning and waxing.

To me she's a bitch:
Fiercely loyal,
And protective of her pups.

To her I'm a cat:
Profoundly selfish,
And expectant.

To me she's the parent
I never had:
My caregiver.

To her I'm the orphan:
Her good deed,
Her failed charity project.

To me she's the one
I'll cry for and miss:
I'll struggle for her love.

To her I'm one
Who doesn't deserve her love:
Unwanted.

And I'm going, going, gone
Just the way she wants it