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