"Don't trust her, 

            she is like the fox." 

      "Don't listen to her, 

                     for her tongue twists in words to move you."

    "Don't befriend her, 

          for she will only play you like a fiddle."

But here I am today, as

      you left me and i am alone 

    with her

          was she truly the fox 

      that you had warned me about 

           or should I have trusted

      the three of your fingers

                 that pointed back at you? 

     I believe that

   she is the fox 

            yesterday, 

      today, 

                 and tomorrow; 

    she was, is 

           and will always be

     i trusted her indeed 

    and broke down in millions 

  of tears and

         shattered glass and

    pointy wood. 

                the lesson was learned

        by taking the hardest road

   but you speak lowly of her 

          yet highly of yourself

    as though you were not a

       trickster

            but that, 

     my love, 

         is what you are, 

    too.

        you 

         are the fox

    and she is 

              the snake

you

     and 

her

          truly do deserve each other.