Taking a bite out of the poisoned apple of your love was sacred. 

A gift that was awaiting to consume me.

Consuming my personality, my social life,my friends, and body.

Manipulating my head and thoughts and views.

Making your love even more addicting.

When I came to you, oblivious of the side effects, you said “I’m the best you have.”

I believe you, which discouraged my other everything to believe in me, my old self. 

The old self. The old self who was outgoing and cheerful. Loving and talkative.

The new self, the monster you have created, wishes she could be half the person her old self was.