Dear Women

It’s never like the movies…

You’re running from the bad men.

You meet a stranger.

For all you know,

he could be just as bad as them

The only difference?

He’s not after you. 

You cling to him

yell for help

your eyes meet

and in a moment

of desperation

you ask his soul

to save yours

You close your eyes

covering your head with your hands

as you scream

but the bad men

just a step behind you

never reach you

the crushing blow

that you expected

never comes

you open your eyes

watching in awe

as that stranger

trips up your bad men

your eyes meet again

“Run.”

You freeze

unsure

are you really free?

“Run! Get outta here!”

You take off but hide behind a corner

continuing to take in your savior

Wow… 

Your defences are down

and you feel a firm hand on your shoulder

you glance back

and it’s one of those bad men

SHIT

Well, lemme tell you one thing ladies

when that perfect fated stranger

shows up before you

and he decides to save your ass?

When he tells you ‘run’?

FUCKING RUN.