A Sleuth of Bears

i am allergic to liars...
i break out in hives, police officers, and bullet wounds...
bird on a wire...
bending the spoon...
some people snap...
i crackle pop...
i broke that ramshackle lock!
we had just broke up  
and i had locked myself out...
i kicked down the door like a cop...

that was pretty much when my downward spiral began
it only takes once
never again
until the next time
until the last time
i kicked that coke can down the road
until it and i landed in the gutter
and yet still further i fell...
once good friends
now slammed their doors
others i was forced to ignore
kept changing my number
i think i went through about 3 or 4

sometimes i am honest to a fault
the heart on my sleeve
is the product of many a nosebleed
many a life i have grieved
once one loses it
their soul can not be retrieved
i long nightly for reprieve
oh what a tangled web is weaved
when one chooses to deceive

meddler said that
liars are like bears
in the woods of life...
sharp claws...
long fangs...
and if you are not careful...
they will eat you alive!