Introductions.

A poem about being over shadowed by someone you love.

I am your girlfriend.
Your lover.
Your fighter.

I am your passion
And your niche.
Your goal
Your conquest.

Introductions are so simply made
“Here is she…
My lady, my woman, my love.”
And nothing more.

Not an artist.
Not a writer
Or poet.

Not a creationist.
An idealist
Or worthy of originality.

I am she.
Your love.
Your object of  use.
To use and abuse,
Again and again and again.

What else would I be?
What else could I be?