Uneasy in her silence
Vulnerable and bare
His words cut so deep
She struggled not to care

Pensive for a moment  
She felt inadequate, yet free
Taking time to reflect  
On the woman, she’d come to be

The strength she'd sought so desperately
Showed up a little too late
Devoid of any resolve
Perhaps she'd met her fate

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Apples
on
Adam's
fig
leaves
over
Eve's

I've realized everyone tells me to
let go and never look back;
but it makes me hold on tighter to
what we ha(d)(ve).

God said that I was his favorite,
but the Devil leaned and whispered:
"I used to be his favorite too."