you are poison
a shank in the ribs in the middle of the night
and you are so dangerous
more than playing with fire and part of me wonders if I
just
like
to
be
burned

but…

you are quietly sweet
like those plants that eat things with wings
and yes, you fool me into thinking
that maybe this time
you
will
pull
your
punch

and…

I have to say it all in one breath or else I’ll never get it out but you are scaring
me and I can’t decide if
living with you is
really
worth
living
in
fear.