men scare me,
but I try to never let it get to me,
I just can't trust a grown adult with a grand side of masculinity,
i know they're not all bad, i swear and i do not mean to offend.
but they all scare me.
sometimes i can't control it
and when your hand touches my neck,
I fret,
no matter the circumstance,
you did not mean it but i was scared.
very, very terrified.
even though it was just a small nudge,
i imagined every possibilty of what you could do to me,
even on that public bus,
not that you would -
you're a very nice man,
but feelings are feelings
and ever since then,
i cringe when i see your hand