I met you with a full bag of promises,
Leaking out a corner hole;
Leaving a trail even Gretel could follow.
You were lurred, picked up the droppings
Til you were sated,
Then turned back home,
Turned away;
The hook fell out -
We fell out,
Those promises lost their flavor.

I think at the beginning I did not believe it
But I was there…in the flesh…mentally a million miles away

Half of me excited, the other numb
In a way expecting something bad? to happen?

sigh …lurred me in. Finally I was all in.

My guard down.

My worst fears became true

Another side of you I saw.

And now my walls are back up again
Even Flynn Rider cannot ascend this tower

Its not that I do not want to let down my hair
It is just that I have no hair to let down any more