People see my love, For you, my love, In these poems, Which you consider differently, That you would say are evil, Probably inept of your attention, But I do not control anyone.
Not even my own body.
My body has started revolting and I can feel it coming.
Nothing gets digested.
No balance or control.
Respiration is no better.
My memory is even worse.
You made a smart decision for yourself.
I wholly endorse your decision.
Don't worry about me, I was just a phase.
So yes, I'm better left alone during the end of my days.