He said my kisses are bitter
Young grapefruit leaves an acidic bite
And when he closes his eyes
My lips began to taste like christ
He said he would spoil me rotten
But my heart hasn't reached fruition
I fear the second I ripen
His perception will trigger demolition
Am I no longer sweet?
Or has honey been rendered obsolete?
Does my ignorant adolescence somehow categorize myself as elite?
Tell me
Do you love me?
Or do you love the challenge?
Do you love me
Or do you simply crave this power imbalance?
Do you love me
Or will you drain me by the gallon?
Tell me
Do you love me
Or will you destroy with nothing left to salvage?
Why have we trained our men to behave so savage?
Using our hearts as some sort of rite of passage
Corrupting the youth with immense immature baggage
Let me ask you
Do you think you take advantage?
Of a ripened fruit
Rich and thick like molasses
I mean
I don't even understand your desire for sexual aggression
How it is the cause of generational transgression
Ignorant to your desire for sexual possession
You forget
I am a
child
in this session
You said
You would spoil me rotten
But now that I've ripened
I'm now too common
Rarity is youth
And rot comes with age
Tell me
Am I no longer sweet?
Or does my new maturity make me strange?
Honey will never be obsolete
And In my mind,
I am all that is bitter and sweet
Mature grapefruit always has an acidic bite
But
You forget
I am your
Karma
And
I am your
Christ
-KB
