The negotiable no

Jesus Christ.
Please, let’s continue to make light
of the negotiable no
It’s funny, right?
The attention I don’t want
The fear
The vigilance
Wanting to pull the blinds
and change the locks
Wishing I had eyes
in the back of my head
To see him coming
To will my thighs
To ask my knees
To beg my calves
To make my feet move faster
Pistoning away from him
Telling my friend
(Yes, my FRIEND, you jealous coward)
That if I’m in his bedroom at midnight
Shaking him awake
I need him to protect me
Because the crazy ex boyfriend
is not a joke
He’s a death sentence
Whether I live or not
So maybe
Instead of the chase
He’ll drink himself sick
Forget I ever existed
Move on to gnash his teeth
And tear his hair
Over someone else
I wish her the best