The apple wasn't your poison.
You poisoned yourself.
You tried to build up a resistance to the apple,
But it didn't work.
You were still poisoned.
You took a small bite
Trying to be okay with harming yourself
"It's okay
I know not to take a big bite"
You'd say.
But a hundred small bites
Make no difference.
You force yourself to be okay with slowly harming your mind
Putting it to a forever sleep.
Waiting for your very own
True love's kiss
That never comes.
YOU ARE READING
dear happy
Poetry- I missed you dearly, thought i was nearly there, forever. at last, together. - an ensemble of short poems by me. to cure your happy.
