he didn’t peel my orange,
I let tears shed down my face,
I’m not supposed to be sad,
after all, it’s just an orange.
a sweet and sour fruit,
the color of a prison jumpsuit,
I think I need a parachute,
to rescue me into absolute.
I don’t notice anything else,
just the fact that he refused,
but I stop to think and realise,
that maybe I need to be defused.
all these problems climbing up,
rushing in from the slope,
when a sweet turns to sour,
and something snaps inside.
Why am I filled with smoke,
Why do I feel this way,
Why am I so dependent,
It’s just an orange anyway.
so I start slowly,
taking the skin off,
piece by piece it falls,
and it reveals something sweet.
suddenly I understand.
To peel someones orange,
means I have to peel mine first.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC
he didn’t peel my orange,
I let tears shed down my face,
I’m not supposed to be sad,
after all, it’s just an orange.
a sweet and sour fruit,
the color of a prison jumpsuit,
I think I need a parachute,
to rescue me into absolute.
I don’t notice anything else,
just the fact that he refused,
but I stop to think and realise,
that maybe I need to be defused.
all these problems climbing up,
rushing in from the slope,
when a sweet turns to sour,
and something snaps inside.
Why am I filled with smoke,
Why do I feel this way,
Why am I so dependent,
It’s just an orange anyway.
so I start slowly,
taking the skin off,
piece by piece it falls,
and it reveals something sweet.
suddenly I understand.
To peel someones orange,
means I have to peel mine first.