— a poem of potpourris.

Made Me Stay

In case you ever wondered why

Photo by cottonbro studio

Tides of wrinkles under your eyes; I care not
drown myself in its depths I shall.

That sweet chubbiness you hate so much,
I can’t believe they’re mine.

Curved lips you can’t hide as I say “I love you”
the way you swing our curled hands about
how you offered your last bite
and how you reluctantly refuse mine

All of them made me sustain the blow
and proudly ask for more.