Poisoned Apple (Fruit From The Forbidden Tree) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

He told me:

I was the best bag of heroin he ever tried
When he spoke to me,
I swear to God, I think I died
It was like a feature film
It was cinematic bombs
Our lips—they touched
And, the manic switch turned on
He used to call me Negrita—
His dark little one
He said I would be, forever—
His poisoned dark black sun
We formed a dynamism—
Nuclear and fierce
Needle; through the skin
Each kiss was like
A pierce
The gentlest of sins
"It's a M.A.N.S. world, " -he always said
When he kissed me hard,
I bled and bled and bled
I licked the blood—I did
Drunk from D.N.A.
Until I won the bid
As he stole another ray


He used to tell me:

I was a drug,
Which he refused to quit
He said every time we touched
It was like a swift, bold hit
He loved my rage, my violence
He always liked to say
He craved my mysterious silence,
Every single day
He worshiped my whole core
As I bowed down to his feet
I crashed right to the floor
But, didn't understand the defeat
Never, could I say—
What we really went through
It was beautiful but deadly
Yes, this could be said, is true
More than love, devouring
Cravings became empowering—
He was my king, my God, my heart
I was his Lolita star
The jagged edges—
We both shared
Souls broken, beauty smeared
It was just like an old film
I swear to God, it was
More than lust—
Intoxicating
It had to be true love.
But, even true love bleeds
It chokes, it cries, it needs
And like all beauty, fading
We became a duo, jaded
Goodbye mi preciousa; "yo te amo."
I swear to God, I do—
I will always feel it
As I hear;
"Y yo ati, " from you.

© 2017-2020Poisoned Apple (Fruit from the Forbidden Tree) Nicole D'Settēmi