I can’t explain it
But my heart wrenches
When he is around
But my lungs collapse
When he is around
And it’s like the whole world is imploding around me
When he is around.
Maybe he is just my fault
He is just my disease
He is just my demise
The cancer that morbidly rests
In the base of my spine
The thing that will never be cured
The thing that radiation can never excise
“Miss, you have cancer.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem