I hate, yet I beg

I choose to eat this fruit,even though I know that's a lie

You are the prison, drawing a place like a cage for me,

No need for me, only eager to possess.

All your soft whispers are forbidden fruit tempting me.

Like poppies,,

lightly biting, cannot think of everything.

I hate you,

Because of my greed, I attempt to get your heart in vain.

I hate myself,

leap with a bound, jump into the deep.

I see it's a trap,

I know it's a trick.

When I look into your profound eyes, helpless despair floods my breath,

the weakness you feigned is the medicine to numb me,

trapping me without escape.

Your one mask,

but exchanges the fragile heart.

Although it's the torment, it's a swamp eroding my life,

I still beg you,

Love me, please...