Why I Love Her

(May 2009)

She danced in her very own secret purple dress,
a distracted smile on her face and her heart on her sleeve.
I edged away quietly into the darkness,
but I could feel her brown eyes lock on to the jagged edges of me.

And when Years later, there would be hurt and blame
and a world’s worth of tears as her nails made
intricate designs on my skin.

Designs that wouldn’t fade.
There would also be days
when death would come to play,
and we would stand around exchanging worried looks
as we watched her laugh her way around the people we knew.
While Secrets twisted around what we thought were hearts.

I don’t dance.
And I wear only armor on my sleeve.

We would grow and drift away,
an occasional shout to let the other know we still remembered.

There would be acceptance, even through my mumbled apologies.
There would be a twisted sense of understanding,
like the smile we sometimes shared.

I know why I’d take that bullet for you. 
Yes, a second chance is rare,
but dare
I ask for more?

There are no lies.
We stick to delusions.

We have nothing to show for all of the past except fading words and scars.
Somehow, I don’t mind.
As long as the music doesn’t stop, we’ll be fine.
I would rather watch from the sidelines.
But she’s always been the dancing kind.

One thought on “Why I Love Her

  1. Mave says:

    When you write things like this I am glad that there is no Mave without her Jade. ❤

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