The Fruit of Eve's Tree

Like the apple,
You are red and green.
You're stop and start.
And all you feel are
Anger and jealousy.

But you are
Despite your many faults.
And they really are numerous.

But what the hell, right?
What's a bruise,
A cracked rib,
A broken nose,
When you promise,
That it would never happen again.

But now I'm doubting it.
Doubting you.
Because months later,
Years later,
It's the same words.

Sometimes "I'm sorry" isn't
Good enough, my friend.
After all, they're just
Mere words.

Prove them.