Eve

I wonder what happens to the modern day Eve,
Who bites the apple from the sacred tree,
Like a burnt tongue touching some hot tea,
What will be the punishment of being in love since three.
The gods did what they do the best,
They cursed the humans with love but least,
I touch a man and he turns to a mannequin,
A human with no love to return, just as human-less.
I wonder what Eve would've done,
When she realised she bit the apple.
I wonder what I could've done,
When he held my wrist and plunged his lips on me,
Calling this love when I pushed him away.
I wonder what will he tell me next,
A crimson kiss or my anxiety is a kill,
Or that forced love is love, nevertheless.
I counted till four, the last time I met you,
You held my wrist and called me a whore.
You told me it was my anxiety that separated us,
My craziness, the way I put my heart above.
I wonder if the God cursed us with love,
Or if they showered it on us, as a bliss.
You whispered in ear telling me I am a slut,
When I pushed you away when I saw my heart cut,
And the wrist that was slaughtered as the side effect,
Do you realise how many lives your words take.
Right where you plunged your lips on me,
I promise you my crimson kisses will stain your soul someday .
I know we ate the apple and the deeds done,
And now all of the world is pissed by us,
So when we love, we create our happy story,
But through the same love, we watch it get destroyed.