Wait…stop.
Not here.
She takes my hand
and pulls me
into the shadows.
Please don’t
look at me like that.
She puts her arms
around my neck
and kisses me again.
You know
I would.
She runs
fingers over
my ears.
But you
know I can’t.
She puts
a cold hand
on my chest.
Where are
you going?
She grabs
my arm and
pulls me back.
Please, stay
with me.
She kisses
my hand and presses it
against her cheek.
You can’t
do this again?
Her brow
knits and
she bites her lip.
You want to
break up?
A tear escapes
her eye and falls
on our hands.
Fine. If that’s
what you want.
She pushes herself
back into
the shadows.
Being a dyke
was just a phase anyway.
I turned
and walked away.
Never to return.