The poem wit no title

He said do you hog the covers?
and I was his
just as sure as i loved my mom, chocolate and my favourite tv
programme.

And this was what I had done all that living for.
Not to be special
Or me
Not to Be

But to give
To break all the taboos
To pass pennies to a beggar
To forget and remember

To have babies
To put myself last
To to
Toing and froing

There was only ever love
There was only ever poetry
We just forget
And remember

And die
Happy
always