Silver Dance of Poetry

S t a y w i t h m e

i don't have to

make you love me. 

i'll say three words,

not the ones everyone expects.

~~~

stay with me.

promise that 

you won't lie to me, 

you won't tell me 

what i expect to hear from just anyone 

that you'll see my scars

and think they are beautiful, and you won't

erase them because they're a part of me; you can't

erase who a person is

you can only love, or 

choose to walk away. 

~~~

promise that

you will find me, among everyone else

who day by day move forward

running towards the false light, never looking back

at the things left behind, or the truths 

left undiscovered and forbidden

and you'll take my hand in a strong grip

and pull me out of that 

river, that life of flowing illusion 

~~~

promise that

you can see me 

for who i really am, not who you 

want me to be,

promise that 

you don't have to compare me to others

you won't try to polish a dull stone 

in a sharp, plastic world,

promise that 

you will understand me 

who i am, what i believe in 

without having to 

witness a word. 

~~~ 

promise that

i don't have to

make you love me.

i'll say three words,

not the ones everyone expects.

~~~

stay with me.

~~~

{and she will be loved}