Deny Not My Being Poem by Patti Masterman

Because I want you so desperately
When frustrated, I can completely let go of you
Blow you a kiss; and ride away like the wind,
Too wounded to stick around longer, for any dregs
You might be handing out my way.

For being considered an object of ridicule, or worse, pity
Frightens me much more, than just the thought
Of perhaps not being loved back.
The one may negate the worth, of any love that I could bestow;
But the other, the very existence, on which I depend.