if you love it let it go,
if it returns it is real,
but as does a virus
or an insect in the walls.
to discern a lover from pests
or physical attraction from emotional sincerity
happiness from fulfillment . . .
drawing me back, every time, to you
caught in a trap,
a bitter taste for every confession;
painful admissions breaking their way through gripped teeth,
and since, in the past, you've destroyed all my standards
obliterated sensations of sanity
if you knock at my door,
you know I'll hand you the key
allowing you to enter
despite how poisonous you may be.