--Stranger--

So she stood up from across the table and sat down next to me,

¨this way is more personal¨she said.

She was the first person in a long time who asked

how i was? and meant it

or at least that´s what i felt, maybe i don´t know

i was swamped in so much for toolong

i decided a stranger was the perfect listener.

My mouth seemed a spread river, floodied

my heart was bursting, she also asked about my life,

marriage, men, the reason why i became a rebel.

She even opened up a little, i felt confidence, i felt confident.

While i was exposing all my feelings i couldn´t look at her in the eye, it was obvious

yet i was open, i was still talking to a stranger.

¨Have anyone hurt you by telling you that?¨

¨No, no one has and i wouldn´t let them¨

The more the time ran from my clock

the more i spoke she paded me on the arm and said

¨I have to let you go¨

as i felt exposed i answered ¨Oh me too¨

¨No but i have to figure out what´s for dinner tonight¨

She picked her things up, i felt emotionally raped

and it wasn´t rape

i had consented it

i spoke my life to a stranger.