Nothing spoiled,
he said smiling.
So far so good,
you think
and relax.
But the mess
cannot still be
cleaned up.
He is a dangerous
reminder of
that bad day
long gone.
That day  
death visited,
your life hung
on a thread,
and you
narrowly escaped.
Still smells
like a rotten egg.
Can't be erased
so easily.
Can we get
pass this,
yeah right,
we can.
A habitual
offender
cannot repent.
Pathological
lair he is,
peradventure
he is not.
What is the
point of confession
when one
cannot truly repent.
Be cautious
with that two
edged knife,
you can still
bleed so bad,
that same knife
can still
cut you deep,
be careful.
Don't be naked,
with that one
who have
hurt you,
he knows the
way to your heart.
He's like a
poison hidden within
the nails.
And like the one
gazing at the
finger pointing
to the moon,
without looking up,
he misses the
heavenly glory.
Listen to what
he said and
to what he
is not saying.
It is okay to
protect the
heart in love.
The second
bite can
be devastatingly
destructive.
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