i always come back to you
with open arms
and almost open legs.

he has changed
this time.

i know he has.

just a few more excuses,
just a few more lies,
envelops me,
your poison ivy.

i open you up like a birthday gift.

but you weren't what i thought you were,
i fell

you are glorified
by so many on the outside-
but you will fall
once they know what's really inside of you.