She

 She is grappling with life,

 Securing the love she has found.

Oh! She's a tough person to deal with,

Emotionally taxing and mentally exhausting.

I had studied her, analysed her, and almost diagnosed her.

I had found empathy for her,

Then drew a lot of boundaries to protect my dignity.

I then started to hate her,

How defensive she is, 

with the social life of a polar bear.

She had seen her mother sail away,

Lost her father to his "incapacity",  to raise a daughter.

Her "half-sibling" was always a room away,

She chose to dye her hair,

Then she chose loneliness and chaos,

Those that are easier to distance herself with.

Then she met me.

The empathy I collected couldn't last long, 

To her cold cold indifference. 

I had always reminded myself not to hate someone, 

Cause it ain't healthy.

But one day, I started hating her,

And I allowed myself to.

The following days,

The hate melted when I embraced it.

Then came boundaries and compassion. 

She is grappling with life,

Securing the love she has found.

Just like me, 

Her ways, different to mine,

Her struggles, different to mine.

To stop donning the old clothes that don't fit me any longer,

To embrace the "small", "slow" and "improper", that I never did. 

That no one is prepared for life.

That, I may dance along the same cycles again and again, with her.

That, the "happy" ending may or may not find us, one day or another.