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.