The acne breakout was too much to bear
Pain and disgust at self filled my thoughts.
Stood by the fruits aisle
need to get on a fruit diet, so.
Picked each kind
like an elegant queen.
I'm on a fruit diet you see.
Then, he came.
I sensed his heat and turned to look.
Worn down shirt, torn down pants
dusty feet, trembling hands.
Picked one pear and paced away.
Just a pear
I saw the emptiness in me
Quietly left the aisle in shame.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
The acne breakout was too much to bear
Pain and disgust at self filled my thoughts.
Stood by the fruits aisle
need to get on a fruit diet, so.
Picked each kind
like an elegant queen.
I'm on a fruit diet you see.
Then, he came.
I sensed his heat and turned to look.
Worn down shirt, torn down pants
dusty feet, trembling hands.
Picked one pear and paced away.
Just a pear
I saw the emptiness in me
Quietly left the aisle in shame.
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