One of those nights.

And I have always been that one fool.
You know the fool that falls in love too easily, too fast.
Choosing to see the best in people and believing  that deep down they have a good heart.
From all the times I got kicked down you would expect me to be careful, to be cautious.
But I'm  everything but that.
Foulmouthed and reckless to the bone demanding the truth or nothing at all.
Watching and surveilling but never talking.
So here I am. Naked. Wounded. Standing tall and proud, not one scar that represents  regret or shame.
So you either stay and be real or you go.
You go and fool someone else.
But not me, not this time, not ever again.
 The lamb has become the lion.
And I'm  ready for the hunt.