Art Ting Poet Free verse

fu hua

the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
so the rot in the apple must stem from the bark
the roots that creep and drain of life
keeps us sour; unable to mend

you ruined me and i ruined you.
i hate you and i love you. 
i don’t know what to do.
what can i do?

i can’t leave you
you’ll always be a part of me
your roots digging in to my very core
and i don’t want you to let me go

but you’re so horrible—
yet so kind
every word you spit tastes like poison
but your touch is so intimately, unbearably, soft

i want to run away
i want to run into your arms again
i want you to beg me to stay
i want you to set me free

the apple is rotten, and what rots it is the tree
but how can i blame you?
even the oldest trees were
 once only apple seeds

how can i blame you,
when you were once me?
how can i blame an rotten apple
for growing into a rotten tree?

you rot me, because it’s all you know
you’ve been rotten from the inside out
and now you rot me too
and i hate you

i love you
i pity you
it’s all the same
in the end, i will grow into a rotten tree too

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