Can we keep you innocent, my child...
Wrap you up and never let another hand touch you.
Keep you wholesome forever and always see a smile on your face.

Can I keep you this big forever...
Listen to your giggles and hear your tapping feet on my floors for as long as I live.
Feel your little hands and feet wrestle with me every night before your big beautiful eyes close to welcome another day.

Can we stay this close to one another...
You depend on me to always take care of you and be there for you, as I depend on you to fill my life with joy. You give me purpose.

This will be my last writing for you,
For there are no words to be spoken too.
This will be the last,
And I will never go back to the past.

I will never go back to the past
Because memories don't last.
And I will miss your benign face
As well as your embrace

I will miss them so much
And I will leave, I will leave off the latch.
I think this time I will cry;
This will be my sweetest and last goodbye.

Loving someone is carrying the burden of their sadness on your back so they can have a chance to breath even if it is suffocating you

I've diarrhea,
And it's ink,
Explaining why
My writing stinks.
I've constipation
Of the brain,
Leaving little
But shart stains.
I'm irregular,
I'll wear a diaper,
And write my poems
On toilet paper.

Without a coin,
Without even wishing,
The wealth of this well
Has been thrown back at me.
     Me.

          Because you love me.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Her perfume smelled of cheap Musk,
      tobacco and passion flowers,
the scent of betrayal lingered
         long after she had retreated