Looking out the window, You stand there, staring back, Knowing what you do, What you have done. Fear has nothing next to you; Your buzzed up wild eyes, Your blonde wild hair Your height and strength. I fear you, for what you did, For what you do now. You play with me, As hunt for the game, Not really wanting the prize, (For the prize is little) Just reveling in my fear; And you know I do. My hair pulled back primly, My face carefully made, My clothes worn properly, Totally sober. Not that it mattered then When my hair was wild, Like my mood, And my eyes sparkled From the bubbles in the beer, My clothes black and tight. And you asked me If I wanted to hear Your new album. And we ate fish n chips As we walked to your flat. You attracted me then, Still do, in a way. But now The fear outweighs the look. I only wanted a hug. Asked only for a back rub. My lift was due in twenty minutes. I'll never expect only again. I said no. You still continued And I got home late, Penniless from a taxi. Then, I didn't believe the truth. I was told It was my fault. Mine. I used to accept blame. How I used to! Then that night I worked late And you watched me Through the glass That was all between us, Like my no, Easily broken. Though this time you Just made me Uncomfortable. My night, I cut short. And caused me to Leave early. To go home.
This poem is Copyright (c) 1994 Kerry Brodt. All rights reserved.
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