Maybe he was my forbidden fruit ,the bite that rottens the Soul,
The Soul that reeked of his blended poison of love and Agony,
Agony,disarray ,desolation everything despairing and yet him i still Yearn
I Yearn for the roots of his intimacy that yielded these fast  pounds of my Heart
A Heart that  can no longer be instructed on how or when to cease from loving HIM.
Loving Him has grown into these weeds that I try each day to uproot from this garden of Forsaken
Yes,Forsaken,deserted,deeply absorbed in the soils of his Mess

My Mess,his ,whom to blame?Existing in his hazardous habitat is all I know
All I know now is waking up to the echoes of the silence of his heart when mine calls out his  
All I know now is living through the plague of his touch ,when my body desires for his
All I know now is  sleeping in his bed of absence with hope that one day ill be HIS
All I know is that  I am hopeful of a fertile fate and the harvest of redemption awaits