Ruined Apples

Red on white

I watch your hands slice through skin

You offered me a bite

Of the poisoned apple called love

And I cannot go back

I am lost in following

The sweet, fresh flavor

That is always fleeting

Just another slice

One more taste

Crimson on white

I chase after the feeling

But all is consumed

Bruised skin is left

I don't like apples anymore

They now taste bitter to me.