You told me - 

You like my

Beautiful

Blue

Eyes,

And for a second,

I wish my eyes

Were any other color,

Just so you’d like them less.

But I don’t want to change the color of my eyes for you.

I just wish you weren’t looking so deeply into them,

Or that your slimy tongue had never learned my name,

That it would forget how to worm it’s way into compliments.

I just wish your arm wasn’t around my shoulders,

And that it wasn’t the same width as my torso.

I wish I didn’t feel so fucking small,

When your beer breath hits my forehead.

I wish I wasn’t so sure you’d follow me,

That I called my partner on the walk to the car.

I wish I didn’t feel so scared

At a work event.

On my third day.

After months of looking for new jobs.

To leave a sexist workplace.

Just to find another sexist workplace.

I wish I didn’t see you in the office the next day,

And realize nothing changed for you.

Your walk, the same today as yesterday.

This was just another failed hunting trip-

A mild disappointment.

Meanwhile, my walk changed to run.

Ears perked at every office event.

Anyone’s beer breath, a burden on my shoulders.

Getting dressed each morning I’d feel the weight of his eyes.

I became afraid to smile,

Afraid to make eye contact.

What if they see what he saw?

What if they also can’t resist?