You're my Achilles' heel
My weakness, soft spot, breaking point
My vulnerability
You're the forbidden fruit in my garden
Temptingly striking, yet deceiving...treacherous
It is you that I like to harvest and taste
But I'm barred to get you, to see you, even touch you
I am not allowed to
For you are off-limits, out-of-my bounds
You're my Kryptonite
Someone I really want to have
But I need to stay away from
To avoid being hurt
Because of that reason
That you're not made for me
And you will never be for me...
