The tree is abundant, the fruit hanging and dangling--
my eager hands, eyes set on the prize
and as I bite in,
who would've thought
this fruit would be so delicious?
so obsessive? so addicting?
I keep wanting more, insatiable habits pulling
me
deeper.
And one day it poisons me.
Food poisoning, rejection--
call it what you will
but it breaks a heart
and each time, it becomes harder
to stitch and to heal
The years pass,
the heart grows and somehow, it loves again
but the temptation is there
and it is so easy to fall again.
And I bite the dust,
the sweetness so intriguing,
so beautiful, so hypnotizing
Why is this forbidden fruit
always so close to touch, but never
meant to be mine?
His sweetness like honey,
his voice like a lullaby
his eyes full of hope
and I fall easily,
blinded by the sun.
And every night I stare into the ceiling
lost into everything he's said,
the moments we share close to my heart.
my heart beats faster, my cheeks continue getting rosy,
And it drives me crazy that you're healing
and that you can push me away if I say something.
I can't do this again. If I tempt luck again,
You'd push me away like the harsh winds of winter
I'm trapped in a daze, waiting for the minute,
second, and hour
that you will finally
say you love me
and I'd fall into your arms
and even if you pushed me away, I wouldn't leave you alone.
I would still return.
Again and Again.
You'll never know. That's what I tell myself.
But you probably know.
and through the push and pull,
I'll always keep coming back to you.
Calling you mine
is kind of bold
because you were never mine
and yet-
and yet I bit
into the forbidden fruit
again.
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
The tree is abundant, the fruit hanging and dangling--
my eager hands, eyes set on the prize
and as I bite in,
who would've thought
this fruit would be so delicious?
so obsessive? so addicting?
I keep wanting more, insatiable habits pulling
me
deeper.
And one day it poisons me.
Food poisoning, rejection--
call it what you will
but it breaks a heart
and each time, it becomes harder
to stitch and to heal
The years pass,
the heart grows and somehow, it loves again
but the temptation is there
and it is so easy to fall again.
And I bite the dust,
the sweetness so intriguing,
so beautiful, so hypnotizing
Why is this forbidden fruit
always so close to touch, but never
meant to be mine?
His sweetness like honey,
his voice like a lullaby
his eyes full of hope
and I fall easily,
blinded by the sun.
And every night I stare into the ceiling
lost into everything he's said,
the moments we share close to my heart.
my heart beats faster, my cheeks continue getting rosy,
And it drives me crazy that you're healing
and that you can push me away if I say something.
I can't do this again. If I tempt luck again,
You'd push me away like the harsh winds of winter
I'm trapped in a daze, waiting for the minute,
second, and hour
that you will finally
say you love me
and I'd fall into your arms
and even if you pushed me away, I wouldn't leave you alone.
I would still return.
Again and Again.
You'll never know. That's what I tell myself.
But you probably know.
and through the push and pull,
I'll always keep coming back to you.
Calling you mine
is kind of bold
because you were never mine
and yet-
and yet I bit
into the forbidden fruit
again.
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