That sweet tastes like poison.
But you sweet, taste like tar.
tar that scratches the roof of my mouth raw.
My raw mouth that licks up every sweet word out of yours.
Your sweets words I fell for.
I fell all over myself.
Onto chairs, beds, and over fences.
Those fences high and secured with barbed wire.
I'll find a way out.
You slipped me a set of pliers.
An escape you supply, only to make sure I end up right back behind those fences again.
Fences I will learn to stay behind.
I will learn to stay behind, this time;
No matter who's on the other side, this time.
Okay, maybe next time.
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