It's not love.

As I fall I leave a part of me,

The part that can never come back.

The part you broke and will miss the most,

But to your despair, its gone.

You can't find it in someone else,

It was not a soul, but a body.

It was not a season, but was a moment.

You'll come and find me,

You'll see me, but would not see the weak person you made.

You'll see someone, who has forgotten you, beyond your existence.

You'll remember all the beautiful, sweet things we had ones shared.

I'll cherish all the ugly and bitter, yes, I dared.

The times you miss, are the ones, that I regret.

How can something so angelic be someone, I wish I never met.

Never needing someone is all I need.

You should be sure, before you sow the seed.

The only thing now you'll expect is that, she pulls you closer and whispers your name in your ear.

But not as something she loves, but as a scar on her body, like the moon has, yet so perfect you think.

  

   - To dear cancer.