Tarzan

You are an overgrown ape-man, like Tarzan.
I’m Jane, with all her ineffective protection.
You show me it’s OK to lower the barriers I have protecting myself.
Over the months spent in your tree house, after all the English lessons and camaraderie,
we’re on the verge of something.
I put everything I have in your hands.
You gaze at them like you just made a new discovery.
You smile at me when you look up.
You pull me closer to you.

Only now, it feels more like the end of King Kong.
Instead of going after me, you just cast me aside with all the other rubble you left behind.
When I get up and brush myself off, there are a different set of men chasing after you.
My eyes travel up your hairy arm to see you clutching a petrified woman that
you no doubt just grabbed off the ravaged street.
Now you’re a true ape-man.
Instead of saying something as simple as “no want”, you went the cruel route.