Fruit PunchA Poem by FGWCTo those who don't realize what they have done, and to those who have tried to show them...Have you ever heard the word toxic? I’m sure you have but I don’t know if you ever realized that, in regards to our relationship, your name was in the definition. I don’t like to say that about you, but looking back on the canyons in my heart carved out by the the rivers of tears I cried in your name, it isn’t something I can possibly deny. I asked for you to change so many times that I could have been mistaken for a broken record. But it was like talking in solitary confinement so that the only thing I could hear in return was my own voice, and after a while I thought it was yours. I told myself that maybe if I pushed myself into the mold you set for me, things would be okay. And you made me feel as though that was the right thing to do, because it would make you happy. You warped the idea of giving up who I was into the word “trying.” And it was like I was a butterfly crushing my wings back into the cocoon and wishing that somehow I would turn into a caterpillar. But I lived for those moments when you wiped the tears from my eyes and told me I was beautiful, because in the midst of you comforting me with your warmth, I forgot that you were the reason I was crying. But you don’t see that. You think everything you touch turns to gold, but it’s not out of malice or arrogance for the most part. Instead, it is out of naivety, lack of what comes from the experience of knowing that everything you have turned to gold can be melted right back with the saltwater tears I cried. I don’t think you understand you were toxic. I don’t know if you ever will. It isn’t easy to smell a drop of poison when it is mixed into a cup of fruit punch. © 2019 FGWC |
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