"I planted peaches and apples
but  ate only the seeds...i mean..the poison,
gladly tossing the fruit away"

silently
as in introspection
i look at all the poison growing around me
not far away is my little watering can
the one with which i had happily watered all the poison
and now..and now it is in full bloom

poison was the words that proceeded out of his mouth
every statement a measure of cyanide
calculated cunningly for everyday of my existence
and willingly i drank from my cup

slowly slowly
he rolls his tongue and spews forth the venom,
the venom that would be the end of me
"focus focus" my mind screams
but i can't
i cant hold on to the very dreams that held me together in days bygone

how dare you accuse yourself of such ?
Did you tell him to lace the compliments with arsenic?
questions..questions..questions
but no answers
Im gone