I always thought that maybe I was the poison.
Maybe the negative thoughts in my head seeped out through my fingertips and absorbed into every body that I ever lovingly touched.
I became the very thing that I was afraid of.
I had been so afraid of toxicity seeping into my bones that I was unaware to the fact that I was the substance I was most terrified of.
Every word, every touch, cancer to anyone around me.
An exhausting struggle ensued for anyone unfortunate enough to be within my grasp.
The snake in Eden, that was me. Convincing you to take my forbidden fruit.
One bite of the apple and you realized the mistake that you had made. And so you had to pay for your sin.
But no one ever told you to not take the forbidden fruit. No one ever told you there were rules. No one ever warned you of me, yet you faced your punishment.
One bite, and you were poisoned.
My poison now pumped through your veins as if it was your very own blood. Destroying every shred of sanity that was left to be found in your body.
Yet because I myself was the complete form of toxicity, I didn’t even realize I was poisoning you, until it was much too late.
My touch burned you, but my words were so inviting you couldn’t tear away, until you yourself became the exact thing that you too feared. Our poisons intertwined to create something so disastrous that neither one of us could escape the pain that the other brought.
My apple of Eden destroyed you. And so we destroyed each other.