An Apple A Day In Eden (Potentiality Pt. 2) -12/24/04

Your “forget me not” eyes beg attention but I
I just want to forget;
Forget all these darts that pepper my heart
And make me someone so sick.
I know I should flee, but there’s part of me
That wants to pull you in.
It’d be such a cinch, with your innocence,
To twist you into my sin.
I’d stuff you in where the bleeding is worst
And feel so good for a while.
But you wouldn’t remain so pure and unstained,
Instead turning crimson and vile.
I could seek help and healing where
The blood and water flow;
But I am far too burnt to trust,
And far too scared to go.
The lesson that I’ve learned in time
Is one said oft in jest:
That misery loves, not medicine,
But company the best.