i
will
push
back
and fight
and kick
as much as my feeble frame can
because
i can't fathom anyone wanting to stay
once the glamor and i fade.
but if you choose to stay,
and gently move my arms to my side
willing to soothe the crackling in my chest,
then.
then,
there is no defense.
i will be yours.
YOU ARE READING
ruby
Poetrypoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
