If I were to see
his icy blue eyes,
I'd know to run the other way.
He made me trust him.
He made me believe him.
I flew high-
way above cloud nine.
If I felt
warm, sweaty hands over my eyes,
I'd know it was him.
To scream ****** ******
would be an understatement.
He used to scratch my head
as if I were his sister.
If I heard
his voice,
I'd whip around
ready to bolt.
I'd know to stay away,
as far as possible
like a fish to a shark.
I'd hope you'd have enough
common sense to
dive underground before anything got physical
because you really hurt me.