Forbidden Fruit

I had been warned that he would make me forget about God.

History is nothing but a dream agreed-upon.

When does one go from being lost to becoming a lost cause?

Your love was served with your special brand of Alfredo sauce. 

I love you so much that I’ve let you kill me as easily as if I was a little girl.

I made the mistake of loving you unconditionally within a conditional world.

In this existential dread, I sing my woes to the stringed lute.

And you are Forbidden Fruit.

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