Dirty

I am sorry I cannot stay
I am too afraid of being attached

I am too afraid of your friends
family town nationality occupation ambitions

I am afraid of your complexes
the ways you deal with them
I am afraid of your declarations
your hopes
the way you trap me

promising
luring
like any man

I am afraid to believe you
to love you
to give you another page

I am afraid of myself being with you
bored jealous rejected
set aside for art
set aside for free women
once you enslave me

I wasn’t afraid of your touch
we were lovers for three days

I wasn’t afraid of your voice

until you called me
a dirty slut
of a man
who
was my husband
is
swearing at me
in public

extroverted bitchy whore