Poison

Sometimes relationships are only meant to stay for a season.

The rain should only fall when the earth needs it, for the dam can only hold so much.

If one is too selfish and takes more than they can hold, their dam will crack and all will flush away.

The wedding band on his finger shone brightly in the sun, a constant reminder of his life’s best decision. A union of the greatest things his life had to offer was wrapped up in a perfect bow.

He woke up to greet his beautiful wife, her scent being the most intoxicating smell in his world. Lie there and enjoy the show as she undressed for her morning showers, receiving a sly wink before following behind.

Walking into his daughter’s room to wake her up for school, witnessing her cute face scrunch up after asking for five more minutes as she did every morning. After placing a kiss to her forehead, he maneuvered around all her toys to make breakfast for his two girls.

He had it all. A house that was almost paid off, more than enough money to pay all the bills that came, and a picture-perfect family to top it off. It was the future he had dreamed of since the day he knew she was the one.

No matter how large the feast is, one will always want to add more.

Order the meal they love the most while still craving what the next table has.

How can one be happy with all they have, and still risk it all just to have more?

Why go down the path that will strip you from it all when it clear from the start?

The house right across from them had been for sale for months, being of no interest until that fateful day the sign had changed. It had been the talk of the neighbourhood, but he never had any genuine care for it until he saw who moved in.

It was a face he knew more than well, one he had written poems and love letters about. The first-ever body he had seen in all its beauty, his hands caressed over every part he could, the skin being the softest he had ever felt. He saw those eyes, the first pair of eyes to ever make him fall in love.

He thought this must be a joke; his eyes were playing on him, but a pinch proved it all to be true. Standing across the way was his highschool sweetheart with a husband and son of her own.

Curiosity is in a teen’s natural nature, minds always wondering about.

From one thought to the next, they flurry around.

Consequences are nothing but a distant thought when all is focused on the present.

But an adult living with this mindset is nothing more than a recipe for disaster.

The rain will come hard, and the boat will tip over.

It started out great. There was nothing but laughter when the two families meet. The conversations were warm and lively, the two little ones quickly becoming great friends. The backstory between the two sweethearts became the highlight of their dinner, the two spouses had too much trust to be jealous of a relationship that fizzled out two decades ago.

He was more than sure that their affections towards each other had disappeared completely. Their separation wasn’t forced but agreed upon by both parties for the sake of college. It was peaceful with no hard feelings, he hadn’t even thought about her in years.

It will never be something you do until the day you do it.

No one grows up to be exactly what they dreamed, for life is not fair, and neither are we.

Temptation grows on all trees, always ready for picking, choosing the weak and willing.

For we are all flawed, we must be, or everyone would be a saint.

Everything started with a simple request. Both being stay at home parents, their time was free, and their minds ran quick. He went over to help move furniture, and that was all he intended to do. At least that’s what he thought as he walked through the door.

He didn’t plan to get talking about their relationship together over a cup of tea, the same kind they drank during their lunch dates. He didn’t want to remember all the feelings he had when they were together, the beauty of his first time experiencing the art of making love.

He wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but that didn’t matter because neither of them pulled away. They held each other tight as they continued making their worst mistake, moaning each other’s names while they broke the vows they had both written themselves.

The darkest day is when you lose your soul, not by losing your life but by corrupting it on your own.

Mistakes are aplenty, playing a hand in the lives of all, but not all the same.

There are those who commit with a mind of innocence, unaware of the foul till the deed is done.

But this hand did not act without knowing its crime, for instead, it kept hold of its sin all the while losing its grip on the soul

It felt amazing in the moment, but a storm of regret hit not long after. Two commitments tainted with one single action. He felt the shame, almost toppling over from the weight of it. The two of them locked eyes—still entangled in each others’ embrace—and vowed to never make the same mistake.

He had wanted to keep that vow strong, never again take another hit at the trust both him and his wife had forged over the years. He thought he was going strong, but yet he fell weak, and the cycle continued.

It was an addiction, the rush that came with sleeping with his past lover. Over and over again, they indulged in each other, changing places and positions as the excitement follows it. They even committed their sin in the bed that they laid with their own spouses, having sex in an area that brought along the most regret.

Laying at night, in the arms of his wife, is when the deceit hurt must. For she didn’t know, and if she did, then her acting was unfazed. She held him tight while whispering sweet nothings he was no longer worthy to hear, giving him the pleasure he will never again deserve.

The choice to commit the worst of all acts, a poison taken with a willful hand.

A time will come when the poison will arise, painting the skin with its beautiful lies.

For there is no cure, just a promise of death.



Sometimes relationships are only meant to stay for a season, for they become rotten and turn to poison.