I can’t believe I’m saying this.
I’m about to say goodbye to you.
You...filled me...with bliss.
You were there when I was a little girl,
I was shy, but you made me bold.
You were there when I needed you.
I’ll reach out, and you satisfied me.
You were my warmth when I was cold.
But now I’m growing up.
And it’s harder to endure with you.
I love it, I’ll admit.
When you appear,
I am weak.
But when you’re finally in my arms
You linger on my lips
Your presence I will surely miss.
But I know
It’s for my own good.
I am not a child anymore.
So you can’t be in the center of my life.
You can’t be who I turn to when I’m sad
Or mad or happy or confused or stressed
I need something else instead.
Something else to give me a new
I need to get my fruit now.