To me you were the good apple among the rotten ones
There were so many apples but I picked you
You shone brighter that any apple
You were red and ripe for the taken
Each bite left me wanting more
You were so juicy, I couldn't help but lick my fingers
I should have left you core or I could have planted your seed
But I didn't
I didn't want you multiplying else where
I am selfish , but why wouldn't I be
You were the juiciest apple I have ever eaten
I savored every single bite
It wasn't enough
I wanted more , but you couldn't give me more
YOU ARE READING
Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
