Claiming

I cannot protect you all my life. I have been protected. This you would not know unless you studied me. Why and when would you do that? You claim to have a life. It hurts to give you what you do not want. Listen to my unhappiness unfold. My prime possession, this outcome paid in full. Protect the thought

of my protecting you. Just once 

more a pool of grief where I am drowning. Why can’t I cry 

independently unto myself?