Never again.. Never again.. Met her when we were ten, called her Bucky with the teeth… Back then it was innocent, back then it was sweet… Vegas lights took her soul, I should’ve seen the sign… But I flew her to Chicago, thought she’d finally be mine. Sixteen with the braces, she was pretty overnight, had her boy, had the city, livin’ Vegas strip lights. Go-go dancer, stripper shoes, glitter down her spine, new body, new hair, new chaos over time. Then my phone lit up, years later online, “I love you, not just friends, I can prove it this time.” So I bought her a ticket, she was layin’ in my bed, champagne kisses, blonde hair spread. But the liquor was a demon, and the quiet made her ache, she was wired for drama, she was built to break. You were Bucky Beaver… now you’re razor teeth, chewin’ through my walls, cuttin’ out my sleep… Dr. Jekyll at dawn, Ms. Hyde by night! I loved you to death but you loved to fucking fight! She took secrets I confessed, threw ‘em back like blades, every weakness I admitted, weapon she forged and made. Worked graveyard shifts, came home to a stranger, slurred words, glass eyes, blackout danger. She swung on me once, tried smashin’ the glass, my kids watchin’ a psycho bitch unravel fast. So I wrapped her up tight, jiu jitsu hold, refused to hit back though my blood ran cold. Three husbands before me, each endin’ in fists, history itself was a warning list. But I thought I was different, thought love would fix, instead I slept in my car just to dodge her tricks. Suitcases, garbage bags, front lawn goodbyes… One last night in the sheets, I still heard her lies. She asked if I meant it, if she still had a chance, I said, “Only if you quit the drink, change the dance.” But she shook her head, reached for poison instead! So I kissed her goodbye and buried love dead! You were Bucky Beaver, now you’re razor teeth… Gnawin’ through my dead heart, gnawin’ through my sleep… Dr. Jekyll at dawn, Ms. Hyde by night! Vegas took your soul, I cut the fucking ties! Freedom felt like breath, like cheatin’ death, first quiet night I could finally rest. Kids came back, no glass on the floor, no insults carved in the frame of the door. She told me her parents would fly her back, “Call me if you change your mind, I’ll unpack.” But I never dialed, never touched that area code, let the past bury slow on a one way road. I’ll always keep a room in the back of my heart, for the buck tooth girl I once loved from the start. But the door’s locked shut, sealed with steel, some scars never fade they just remind you to heal. She said, “Can’t take care of a plant, can’t take care of a thing,” but seven years later that bitch still green. Mailed your junk back, rest went to the trash receptacle, only life left from you’s still sittin’ in my bedroom window. You called? “You still love me?” … yeah, maybe it’s true. But never again! NEVER AGAIN WITH YOU! Never again… Never again with you!!!