My dear,
as you grow weaker I can't help but stop
and think

I can't lose you
as the cancer seeds taint your body
I feel for you
I can only sit here and watch

incurable
unfuckwithable
inane

to look in your eyes and see nothing

my dear
i love you
and I'm afraid for you

to watch you in this state of atrophy
so saddening
so humbling

mentally I can tell this toxicity is eating you
to hold the hand of a jaded corpse

so surreal
to look in your eyes and know...
soon you will be no more

soon your soul will be human-less