One of my most favourite poems I have ever written. About caring for those, without expecting anything. Unending care.
You don’t want to see me, you hate me,
I still have unending care, no matter what you do to me, what you say to me, the pain I feel when thinking of you and how you don’t care. How you hate me.
I still have unending care, a shoulder to cry on, a person to back you up. One to help you go on, do things you can’t do alone.
I’ll always be there, I’ll always have unending care.