The Thing
One begins way before, by One, or One plus a Follower, or Two
One builds a Thing strong and wonderful, and that World has never seen; truly a Great Thing
One will pass this Thing to child, who passes it along to their One and down, for hundreds of years, if One so wishes
Other begins much the same way, only upon finishing this Great Thing, Other comes and takes it away from One by force, or One may sell it, or perhaps One is unsatisfied, and One wills it away
Whatever the Case, One will take a few steps back, turn, and move on
As much as I am sure as One, I am endlessly aware as Other
Will One, or Other, just fucking die already
Blame a slow realization that has never mattered
One will never see One standing, because Other always comes
Other comes and surrounds, and suffocates One out of existence, out of eye, out of might
For Me a feeling I am always losing; losing a Great Thing
Each battle I am losing One, by One, by One, times the same
One must take a few steps back, turn and move on, for One reason, or Other
But keep this One close, and take comfort with knowledge that as soon as Other begins to rise, has already begun descent
A Woman
When You Were Mine 
very well written, I liked it a lot!