I submitted this poem that i wrote today but i feel like putting it here too.

The Forbidden Fruit

Imagine the hurt
the strain
the struggle
the pain
of a borrible stain
soaking through your brain

Imagine longing to grasp
A forbidden fruit
Which upon a single touch
Makes your life worthwhile

That moment of connection
barely anything at all
being more than enough for you
is too much for the fruit to bear

It withers away
and dies a little
The only thing able to bring
your Forbidden Fruit
back to life
more alive
more delicious
than before
is the touch of another

The Healer

If you dare touch
The Forbidden Fruit
you better pray that
The Healer comes
and brings back its life

All you really want
is for that fruit to grow
Grow, to its glorious potential

For even though you have
The killing touch

You care about that fruit
more than any healer ever could.