Sway to the Beat

calmly swaying to the beat
a blank mind
and moving feet
a soft smile spreads across
knowing more
telling less
if you were here
I'd slap your face
for all this
I cannot erase
be silent, be still
I can be none
for the beat is playing
and my hips aren't done
so hold me in your arms
...if you can
but you don't deserve to...
and..maybe others do.
so, hold me now
or run away
I refuse to listen to your silence another day!

This poem is written to someone who hurt me and refused to talk to me afterwards to so sort it out.