Because I Was Weak

I Need a fruit

When we met you were a very different person than who I've ever known and I took that as a good thing.

Best friends, that's how it starts and i should have seen it coming with your charms and face and caressing words like you cared for me with everything you had. Everything you had to offer was like candy, except the candy had poison but i couldn't taste the poison until you said i could.

I had that poison in me for so long while you hid it with the candy. I let you poison me because of the candy. Because i loved that you cared enough to give me candy and i thought nothing else even when i doubted the amount of candy you gave me i still loved it And i still loved you.

My mouth was rotting slowly but surely as i waited for you to say the words. No more candy. No more candy and let your teeth rot while your insides are eaten by the poison because i have no use for someone who I've already damaged to the very core.

I need a fruit now. I need to stop picking candy. I need a fruit.