Poison and preservative

I can’t let go of your lies
Bad apples in the bunch
Gathered in the scoop of my shirt
Always threatening to fall


So glad I didn’t share
They tasted no different
In hindsight, perhaps a touch sweeter
Not enough to draw further suspicion


I know them now
Refusing to rot like the rest
Shining red and inviting
These last years
Deception both a poison and preservative


I can’t ask why you gave them to me
Having already been explained
But I ate them, you see
And I don’t feel well
Perhaps a touch lethargic
Like I could sleep for a hundred years


Kissing a prince won’t save me
That’s how I got here