Her.

Sometimes, when I hear her poems, I just wonder off, away from her words. And, as her critic I wonder if she'll change her topic or her style. But inside I wonder more. I wonder when will she heal? When will she be able to let go? And when will her memories stop being in animation and become static? Because to constantly re-live them, is perpetuation of a wound, the creation of a scar. Let her find a new topic, let her see something new, because now, its time for both of us to heal.