Dear cancer, I am far from amused by your sorry excuse for invading me,
my body
YOU DO NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION
I don’t like the abuse
Being used
Just some poor excuse
Your pity thrown on me like some kind of cheap blanket or soiled towel
Then discarded and forgotten
I’m left feeling kind of rotten and alone like an orphan with out a home his parents disowned
This is how cancer feels
Like a horrible, no good very bad day that you don’t know how you’re ever gonna make it go away
So you sit and you pray, sit and you pray, sit and you pray
Hoping to God, he is hearing what you have to say  
And he’ll take it all  away
So I can live to see another day
Wish upon another star
If you haven’t figured it out yet cancer *****
I do not like it
I hate it
Hate it with a passion
It does not have my permission to stay inside of my body, eat away at My organs, or tear down my soul
I will not give in to cancer
Cancer will not control

You spoke so sweet, like honeyed rain,
A gentle balm for hidden pain,
You reached me first, you called me kind,
A softer love I hoped to find.
Your words were warm,
Your tone sincere,
You made the lonely feel less near.
But slowly, like the dusk turns night,
You dimmed the flame,
You killed the light.
The care you showed began to fade,
Excuses built where trust was laid.
You left my words to sit, unread,
While cold replies echoed instead.
You once were gentle, now you're stone,
A colder man I've never known,
You questioned me with veiled disdain,
And made me doubt through guilt & blame.
You made me feel I wasn't real,
Dismissed the love I tried to feel.
But I was here, I tried my best,
While you gave crumbs,
And called it rest.
So keep your cold,
Your distant ways,
I won't beg warmth on freezing days,
You lost a heart that cared so true,
The one who stayed was never you.

Love doesn't hate,
Love doesn't demean,
Love makes you feel wanted,
It makes you feel seen,
Love doesn't boast,
It doesn't condecend,
Love holds your hand,
And is like a good friend.
Love doesn't turn it's back,
And ignore you for days,
It doesn't hurt your feelings,
In many different ways.
Love is there to hold you,
Even through troubled times,
Real love doesn't judge,
Because real love is kind.
So what is true love?
You may ask,
Well it's definitely not something that makes you feel like a task,
It doesn't belittle,
Or make you feel bad,
It doesn't treat you like you're invisible,
Or make you feel sad.
Real love lifts you up,
It doesn't bring you down,
Real love makes you smile,
And doesn't make you frown,
So if anyone ever makes you feel,
That you're not enough,
That's not real love,
Cause real love sticks around for you,
Even when things are tough.