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.

Joanna Hamilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-my-heart-dies/