I once knew a guy named Poison Ivy.
I met him on a cold winter night when
he gave me his jacket.
He was disguised as an angel but once
I touched him, I felt my skin itch.
But I brushed it off and mistook them
for butterflies.
I should've known that butterflies fly
away in the winter because tears
and rashes started to appear.
I loved blindly. I loved like a butterfly.
And so now, I'm a butterfly with poison ivy.
