Teased to open doors I try with all my vigor to keep closed.
I begin to wonder.
I let temptation lead me on.
I tell my mind to create a secret it’ll hold as it’s own.
A bite of the apple.
And we’re diving down a different road.
I wake up eaten up guilt.
A hole you can hide or let confession fill.
But I tell myself it wasn’t me.
Those actions were not my own.
I argue to make my conscience understand.
I make it a memory that never happened.