No. I scream no, I plead it.
The word is a prayer that I know so well.
I chant it like a mantra.
No. No. No.
You don’t hear those two letters,
or if you do it means something entirely different.
I try to push you away, no, no, NO!
All you hear every time I open my mouth is
“And yes, I said yes, I will, yes!”
Why is it that when I beg you to leave me alone,
all you hear is consent.
You can make even a clear cry for help into a cry for more.