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As the cancer rushes through his veins...I'm crying.
He does not need to see me cry, as seing my tears makes his cancer real.
Seing my tears makes us both wish would could have made love to each other
If it had not been for the pain in his body.
A pain that will never go away, as his body struggles againsts the poison.
Does one enter a relationship blind and unknowing...only to be surprised and left with loss at the end
Or does one face the words that his lips have murmured and begin growing together if only for a short time.
Five years, - Thats undergrad and law school all rolled into one.
Five years - Thats years of cancer treatments and a race for time that I cannot comprehend.
Five years - That is the start of my new life yet the end of his that still needs to see the true beauties of tommorow's day
The cancer has known him far longer than I have.
I've thought to run away; I've thought of possibilities and the cancer going away.
I do not know the answers to my worries. and if I squeeze him to tight I'm afraid I might hurt him.
How the cancer has made him bitter.
But how miraculous the times when he radiates, the times when he is laughing with me or at me... the times were we can just be.
But I cannot be. I feel all life's mondane problems that occurr are irrilivant to his sufffering.
My superman has been weakened but his spirit is crussading and figthing for the right to be the superman that he truely is.
He does not need to see me cry, as seing my tears makes his cancer real.
Seing my tears makes us both wish would could have made love to each other
If it had not been for the pain in his body.
A pain that will never go away, as his body struggles againsts the poison.
Does one enter a relationship blind and unknowing...only to be surprised and left with loss at the end
Or does one face the words that his lips have murmured and begin growing together if only for a short time.
Five years, - Thats undergrad and law school all rolled into one.
Five years - Thats years of cancer treatments and a race for time that I cannot comprehend.
Five years - That is the start of my new life yet the end of his that still needs to see the true beauties of tommorow's day
The cancer has known him far longer than I have.
I've thought to run away; I've thought of possibilities and the cancer going away.
I do not know the answers to my worries. and if I squeeze him to tight I'm afraid I might hurt him.
How the cancer has made him bitter.
But how miraculous the times when he radiates, the times when he is laughing with me or at me... the times were we can just be.
But I cannot be. I feel all life's mondane problems that occurr are irrilivant to his sufffering.
My superman has been weakened but his spirit is crussading and figthing for the right to be the superman that he truely is.