apple

cut the apple open you took out all the seeds the skin was bloody red but you thought that it was green ate it just like adam i pray now that you’re cursed i let you in my garden and now i am submersed do you see how my blood stains? seeping from the core entrance to a garden doesn’t mean you own its doors the apple wasn’t bad i convinced myself it was scrubbed it to be clean but i could never rinse the suds picked it and you sliced it even sharpened up the knife the apple of your eye and then you took its life do you see the way it lays there? helpless and confused asking to keep growing just to be picked by you