If I stay,
it’s not because
I need saving
I now know my own way out
If I stay,
it’s not to repay
kindness with obedience,
or love with sacrifice.
It’s because your touch
brings me back to myself.
It’s because you see me,
and not the echo of your needs
But I won’t stay
if I start shrinking,
if I lose my fire
keeping you warm.
Love, if I stay,
it will be as a whole person,
not a woman folding herself
to fit into you
So if I stay, know this:
It’s not to be yours.
It’s to be mine.