The Sinner, The Mistaken

No words can alleviate the pain of this scar.
You took the forbbiden fruit and ate it.
succumbed to temptation, then so be it.
How do you expect me to see you again.
You emollient touch turned cyanide,
My catharsis turned me into a pessimist.
Marring the future I dreamt of,
Now a nostalgic being
where did i ever go wrong?
Your words are nothing but condescending.
Patronizing every thought I had of you.
Turning me into a insomniac,
blaming me for something that i would never do.