as i exposed my soft spot to you like a stretching porcupine
you smiled
and raised the dagger
pure accuracy.
the blood runs red, red, red

waited for you like a lost child

What did you say again?
"trust me."
coaxed me, kissed right between the crooks of my neck
you knew, oh, you knew.
So i took the blindfold
took my chances
got lost in the woods.

delusional with pure anger.

sold, said Benedict Arnold.