I've Got Words Too

11/16/10

I'm worth sticking around for.

And though your body lets you have me again then again,

you protest.

You protest now that it hurts, and now that it stings

but just Friday you let me SING to you on those steps

said it filled you past the tears, past the regrets,

asked me to dance and I was already 3 steps ahead.

laughing, reaching, scared, but THERE and now...

now its no good?

now its sour?

so you leave?

You think that'll bring me to your gate, begging for a fence?

Well you better think again.

Maybe I'm just that hard to read

but you're pretty perceptive and should realize

threats send me further, push me past affection

and into protection.

I've been left.

I've been left.

See these handles in my right side? They belong to daggers, thrust there

by hands I thought loved me.

hands who opened my eyes

forced my smile

wiped my tears...

Now the puss from unscabbed wounds drips onto the linoleum covering

your kitchen floor,

I ignore your reasons.

They sound too much like:

"You're not enough.

You're not worth it.

You're not one I'de fight for.

You're close to perfect, but just not enough of a gift."

The handles twist and I stifle my shrieks

cuz I refuse to cry for you.

You can walk away, nice and dry.

Keep your umbrella closed up this time.

Ill never dream of burdening one whose back is so frail.

So go on...I hope those bright lights deceive you less than i did, but just

remember - I'm worth sticking around for.

This war is worth this.