On Display Poem by Lynn Grassette

I take it all back;

Every kind gesture, every loving word
Everything I let myself assume that you deserve

I can’t put myself out there.
Just stand here on display.
For you to twist and turn me
And then leave me to waste away.

I refuse.
I object.
I won’t choose to be something
That you could maybe regret.

For if there is ever leaving,
If someone has to go,
I need to be the one believing
That there is room to grow.

Please, just let me go.