I would call you a snake

If I were asked to describe you, I would use one word: Snake.

Given your cold scales, most would mistake you for a catfish

As each of your lies lubricates your body enough to wriggle out of my caring hands,

furthering the distance between us.

But your love of finding any warm place so you can feel good makes you more akin to a snake.

I thought you coiling your long frame around me was a warm embrace, but it was just you trying to suffocate me.

Little did I know the fruit you offered was not one of sweet nothings, but harsh truths I was not yet ready for

Did you use your fork like tongue to smell my innocence you took advantage of, or taste my tears that you created with your deceit?

How can I trust another person when I’m worried they’ll shed their skin and reveal to be a snake just like you?

All I can do now is be a mouse who transforms into the hawk.

Because snakes eat mice, but hawks eat snakes