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You pulled apples from the tree.
A tree that was not yours or mine.
“They aren’t ours to take. Let’s go,” I plead.
But you just threw a smile at me that was so divine.

I couldn’t say no when you look at me with that
shine in your eyes.
So, I grabbed your hand as we slowly walked away-
Bug eaten apples weighing down our lies.
My heart was in dismay because my body couldn’t help but obey. 

We ended up at a fence surrounding a horse pasture. 
You held out an apple, beckoning the horses closer.
I knew this would only end in disaster,
But the thrill filling my veins didn’t want this to be over.

When you asked if you should climb the fence-
I smiled and said, “You’re already breaking rules, why not?”
I watched as you feed stolen apples to a horse that wasn’t yours, in suspense.
When you waved me over, I shrugged, acting like I wasn’t afraid of getting caught.

I placed my hands on the top of the fence-
And pulled myself up,
Wondering how my morals got so complex.
Because once I got to the top, I did not hesitate to jump.

You placed an apple in my hand.
And instructed me to bend down.
My heart beat against my chest, unable to withstand the demand.
All I wanted was to turn back around.

But as I tried to stand back up, you placed a hand on my shoulder,
Pressing my knees into the ground.
You always had to be the controller.
I really don’t understand why you were crowned. 

I looked up at you,
Your smile plastered to your lips.
I couldn’t tell if you liked the view.
Or if you were just playing by the script.

Either way, I was afraid.
Because I didn’t want to be a thief.
I knew then that I shouldn’t have stayed.
My hands shook in disbelief. 

Because in that moment, I realized it was too late to leave.
And that you had me right where you wanted me.
I believed the lies you weaved.
In shame, my tears fell to the ground, deciding it was time to flee.
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