You entered.

You didn’t know where.

I knew.

And I told you.

This is, my life.

Turn around.

There were no warning signs.

But the exit door is never shut.

Not completely ever.

Turn around.

I won’t hold it against you.

Just start slowly by walking backwards.

Go on, I could never hate you.

Turn around.

I did.

And there you were, with your arms wide open.

Waiting for me to shut up.