Beckoned...

[Simply_Sublime]

With your eyes you undress me…
With your heart you debase me…
And with your hands you deflower me…
But at least you do this slowly…
Oh you broke all vows I have made with once kiss on the cheek…
You have betrayed me with one rushed grasp…
You seek to clam me by holding my hand…
And yet I feel like you will never be my man…
You beckoned me close just to brake me down…
You pushed me up against the wall and all at once I fear it all…
You hold me and beg me to stay…
When all I want to do is to run away…
You ask me over the phone to be yours forever and in an everlasting meant to be…
I tell you no and just where to go…
So tell me why now do I miss you?
Why do I wish to see your face?
Is it because you put a spell upon me?
Or perhaps I feel guilty for the way I handled things…
Maybe I should have been more open and more caring…
But then again you rushed me…
You had too many years and I had far too many fears…
And not much has changed but I am left worn and wondering will anyone else try to love me?
Should I turn away from affection and deny that constant rejection?
Should I try to find someone who sees with my kind of eyes?
Perhaps there is someone somewhere that will summon me not to use or abuse but to love and hold dear and most all take away all of my fears…
Oh how I wish, hope and pray for that day…
When I will be happy…

[genoveva]

And not much has changed but I am left worn and wondering will anyone else try to love me?
Should I turn away from affection and deny that constant rejection?
Should I try to find someone who sees with my kind of eyes?
Perhaps there is someone somewhere that will summon me not to use or abuse but to love and hold dear and most all take away all of my fears…
Oh how I wish, hope and pray for that day…
When I will be happy…

If I could respond to the speaker in this poem, I would say yes, "turn away" from this person who is causing you so much pain. You "will be happy", and you will only be happy with another once you have become strong and at peace with yourself. No one can take your "fears" away for you. You have to dispell them yourself.

This poem needed to be written. Congrats!