nothing more than to make you
whole-
with what i had to give-
my love, like pocket change,
sprinkled into a piggy bank-
where it sat,
unused-
just waiting for the day where it would
be needed for something important-
it was like candy
sitting in a jar-
sweet selections
bottled up, just waiting for the day that
they’d breathe life outside of the
package-
to serve a purpose-
that’s what that love was-
a purpose-
a gift-
cliched love-
ripe, and fresh, and ready-
willing, and full, and
clean-
real-
nothing more than to make you
whole-
that’s all i ever wanted*