Dance with me

The title of this post, “dance with me.” My poetry. Love. Cliche perhaps? No, I don’t suppose so. My love, selfish? I don’t think so. Who deserves love? You there? Do you deserve love? Perhaps not… is that what you think? Dance with me? Please?… Why? Well, because I love you. Who deserves love? You there! Yes you! The person I’m looking at🤭. Do you deserve it? Maybe… I can’t tell you how much I love you… love? A deceit, a lie, a con! Maybe. Trust me… When I say, You. Are. Beautiful. Who deserves love? I suppose you do? Don’t you? Ah, a fool? No, I don’t suppose so… Love… what is it? Where can it be found? Again must I say it; over and over and over…? Who deserves it? Good question. I don’t care who you are, you are… good… a good person. There are many things that I do not understand, I can admit that. There are things that make me afraid. It is a hard world… yeah, I love you guys… but you know who I love the most? The bad people. The people who are despised, shunned, hated, condemned… If you think you’re evil… well, you’re not. Why? Because I said so… duh! 😉 If you think you’re good, well, I suppose… that’s fine and all. But if you think you’re evil? Yeah… Trust me. When! I! Say! You are beautiful… Or don’t, because… perhaps I don’t really care; And if I don’t care, then perhaps you ought to judge me, condemn me, spit on me, mock me; But, if you do, it is ok… because I understand pain, very very well… and what it does to a person, I know. Dance with me, Bhakti,