I used to think if I loved you correctly you would ripen turn sweet soften at the centre fall warm into my hands instead you rotted slowly then all at once and I stood there holding the ruined fruit wondering if the bruising was my fault some things spoil no matter how gently you carry them some things were already dying when you found them some things only look like they will ripen because hunger does not ask is this good for me only is there anything left?
Thank you for being here 🫶🏻
beautiful.