Spent my last dollar on last night’s conversation.
Cost me far more than that buck to stand before you soul-baring
feeling naked despite many layers
asking you to see me
see me
spent

You stood arms crossed
cross
averting my gaze
backing away in form and function,
listening but not yet hearing,
bracing for the attacks you remember
the ways the loves before me turned meadows into battlefields

But I bring no sword, just a dollar’s worth of hope. 

Staunched with patience, unafraid,
didn’t even cry despite my empty pockets
didn’t strangle my own reality to let yours live broken,
calmly explained how I love you and I’ll die on this hill
of trying to convince you to let me in, to let joy in,
that hating yourself doesn’t make you a better man.

Owning my imperfections
while staunching my wounds
because you don’t see them
see them  

Spent my last dollar on this bet
that it’s not too late,
money where my mouth is
I still believe in us.