You were the Apple of my eye
But your core began to rot.
I wanted a taste of you
And poison is what I got.

Isn’t it strange,
How we expect things to change
When we do nothing to change.

I asked if there were a mirror
To show beauty on the inside
Would you be just as horrified?
Would you seek to change what you saw?
Nip and tuck at your personality,
Reconstruct your character flaws?