This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at MSU chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
you were my favorite fruitÂ
one i seemed to always craveÂ
with strawberry flavored lips
that satisfied every craving once
leaves my lips now dryÂ
after you left a bitter aftertaste
when you changed your mind.
we moved through the cycle of loveÂ
blossoming countless fruits from my heart
you wouldn’t care for them and left them to rotÂ
my heart laid petrified and betrayedÂ
as the animals devoured it’s juices until drained
now, do you like the sour flavor?Â
do you like the sudden changeÂ
of my pineapple heart?Â
eating you from the startÂ
and slowly tearing you apart.
it’ll never taste the sameÂ
and you’re the one to blameÂ
for the sweet tasteÂ
you tried to ruin.