I Am The Forbidden Fruit.Do You Want Me To Seduce You?I Have Plenty Of Experience In That.See, No One

I am the forbidden fruit. Do you want me to seduce you? I have plenty of experience in that. See, no one loves me back, and I’m scared I’ll die alone. Beautiful yet untouched, you admire me from afar, saying: "Go, girl, shake your ass!"

And surely, it’s fun— I like to be liked, Jesus Christ! But my heart is worthier than that, and it beats alone, tired and alone, with a touch of sadness. It likes the wildness, the fire, and the darkness. Damn, I was born to love!

So why am I not doing so? Always in the contrary—funny irony, nothing but a parody. Performative whore, your real-life Madonna, your Venice bitch and your mother. I’d crawl for you, so give me honors!

A round of applause for this woman!

Has anyone else died for you? Has anyone else loved you the way I do? Passionate, raw, delicate— A love that eats you alive, Hidden deep within your eyes.

Has anyone else cried for you? Tears cascading down my cheek, Salty with tenderness, Filling a cup I would offer, If you ever felt the need.

Has anyone dreamed of you? Lonely nights spent imagining your arms. Oh, how I miss you so much.

Has anyone given up on you? I know they did. No divine thing can be so far away from me. That’s why we are meant to be.

It leaves me wondering— If no one but you has died for me.

let me eat you alive

and give me your life

your life.

If you stabbed me, it’d hurt less. Now, what should I do with this thing inside my chest? Should I linger in loneliness for the rest of my days? Give it to you, Leaving it there to rot?

Eat it; it’s better than not. Should my heart stop beating because the noise annoys you? Does it make you uncomfortable, Sick, anxious, or stressed?

Usually, I’d say, “Do what you please,” That you could break it or leave it there. But you must understand— Maybe you are not worth my love.

I cannot enter your heart, I’m sorry, I cannot save you. I am neither what you need, Nor what you desire— And that saddens me.

Return what is mine, For this time, I stand bare, exposed. I gave you my skin, You wore me like a coat, But still, you shivered, Complaining of the cold.

Never enough— A love that led only to drought.

please father

grant me the opportunity to love him

to be around his big arms, to kiss his soft lips

let me be around him, he brings me back to you

I wouldn't be anything without that man

allow me to swim in his blood

to lick his tears

bite his ear

speak directly to his soul

promising that he won't let go

I pray every day that his love overflows me

in between my thighs

leaving a wet spot on the white sheets

feeling the heat

Beautifully presented

like a Christmas gift under the tree

like the spring breeze

like the sea

please father, tell him that I think about him

all day, all night

until my heart stops.