Let me leave my needs at your door,
You're needs are all I'm caring for...

I came for a walk, now I sit with the dead,
Silence, still, a gentle breeze blows in the sun...

When you spot personal growth in yourself.
The calm love is back...

This is not a poem, it is regarding my chronic...
Just thought I'd share...

Please forgive my petulance,
It's not who I'm meant to be...

If I am an old house,
Broken windows, rotted woodwork...

You say, when I say how much I miss you,
It's not as if you dont miss me and want me there...

I hate how when I'm gone,
It's out of sight, out of mind...

Glorious days i spend with you,
After all this time I am free...

You are the calm in my soul,
When we're apart there's a storm that rages...

The guilt,
For being alive...

If I had a better body,
You wouldn't need to look at others...