Unwanted attention
Unwanted desire
Unwanted affection
Unwanted feelings
Who told you it was okay to wait outside my door, cooing my name into the night. Who told you it was okay to repeatedly knock and then open it, slowly. Who told you it was okay to welcome yourself to my bedside, to plead with me to come join you, just for a little while. Who told you?
Lying there, exhausted, heart pounding in my chest at every mention of my name. Pounding harder, faster, further as the sound of the doorknob turning hits me. Like a slap in the fucking face. Respect is gone, it never existed here. You don't know what it means. To respect a woman. Maybe no one ever taught you. I feel sorry for you.
I also feel fear. Rooted in the fact that I am alone. I am a woman. I am your prey.
But you are unwanted. You won't catch me. You won't feed, not tonight.
Unwanted fucking attention.
