i've come to learn that once bitten, twice shy
doesn't apply to me at all.

because through every bite you gave me,
i just sat there in awe.

but you said you wouldn't hurt me,
but you said you'd always care,
but you said that i was your

"you were an easy lay,
and i had a good time."

i'd celebrate your honesty, but it seems that i've always had a soft spot for liars.