Original sin.
female sin.
my fault.
i take your sweet ripening self
your blossoming fruit
and i crush it down to the vinegar of an old soul.
what should sweeten the summer of your life
leaves a bad taste in both our mouthes.
with each new crunch i lose
my apple chewing teeth.
you can't won't don't
touch me
i couldn't wouldn't shouldn't
end this.
ripen me. nourish me. fuel me.
my knight who doesn't know it
and never will.
ill love you forever, Craig.
im sorry sorry sorry.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Original sin.
female sin.
my fault.
i take your sweet ripening self
your blossoming fruit
and i crush it down to the vinegar of an old soul.
what should sweeten the summer of your life
leaves a bad taste in both our mouthes.
with each new crunch i lose
my apple chewing teeth.
you can't won't don't
touch me
i couldn't wouldn't shouldn't
end this.
ripen me. nourish me. fuel me.
my knight who doesn't know it
and never will.
ill love you forever, Craig.
im sorry sorry sorry.