a very familiar poem

her heartbeat quickened,
as did her pace, when she
heard your stalking footsteps.

you came a little too close,
asked for a little too much,
didn’t you?

her eyes were screaming for
help, but her mouth was closed
because she thought she
could trust you.

it wasn’t supposed to happen like 
this, not to her, not with you,
she knew you, at least,
she thought she did.

it’s so easy for you to
call her a slut, tell her she was
asking for it, but she
likes baggy jeans and
pink floyd, and she is so,
so scared of the s word.

she was too young, too
innocent to know what you
were, to see the poison leaking
from your smile.

you had the upper hand, 
you had her heart locked up
in a cage, her mouth sewn 
shut, just for you,
because she loved you.

you didn’t even know her
birthday.