Let Her Die

This is a poem I wrote in 2005...I could have written it yesterday. I have forever *let men hurt and use me...because I have felt so unworthy of real men. I am lucky in this mess to have found real true love.


Let Her Die  

In the long shadow of night
when the doubt has fallen like a suffocating blanket
upon your heart
why do you let her in?
She has no right to be there among your thoughts.
Free to roam but unaffected by your being, her intent is love.
Still you have not denied her as you left the door ajar
and a tiny light flickering.
And you are the one that called her here,
to your home in your head and into your bed.
You have lent her a break in the dark,
to drive off your loneliness.
It isn't love that makes your thoughts turn to her
it is a need to feel gratified by her passion for you.
Does it keep you warm to know she aches for your touch?
Does it fill a gap that the cold air has shifted to?
In that same stretch of night she is broken for you.
The light you emit is all that gives her rattling pause.
Tell her the truth and turn out the light.
Let her love for you die.

~*~Stacy Roosa~*~
November 23, 2005



By Anastacia


© 2005 Anastacia (All rights reserved)

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