Don’t ask me for my number.
Don’t ask me to call you sometime.
Don’t ask me if I like Shibari.
Don’t ask me if I’ll send you a nude pic
Don’t ask me to sext with you at work.
Don’t ask me to phone you at 3 am and call you Daddy, with my panties pulled down as I touch myself.
Don’t wonder to yourself if I’m thinking about you as I type these words.
‘Cause my former self jumped off that blue bridge over the Connecticut River that night and
ended things in the icy waters below.
Nice to meet you, my name is ‘No.’