You cooed in my ear softly, "I love you, I won't leave you."
like a breeze caressing the pine trees at night,
like the boys do on subways to girls who rattle like the leafs.
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, it doesn't mean it did not make a sound.
You just didn't stop to ask before you went and cut me down.
Just because you don't ask doesn't mean I don't have anything to say.
You: Brown eyed boy, branched out fingertips, have never seen a women before.
Only something to climb up, like your hands do underneath her skirt. She sits quietly on the subway and tries to focus on her book. She knows what happens to girls at night. She's read about them all.
"22 year old women catcalled walking home from boyfriends house and killed for not responding."
It's funny how boys are so confident in shadows when they can't see their own face.
I tell myself that he's not like them,
whilst I carry around the axes from boys who have said the same thing.