You smell like strawberries.
I don't really have a favorite fruit. But you made strawberries my favorite.
Your eyes were like a puddle in the mud.
I never enjoyed puddles. But whenever I see them, I think of you.
Your hair was the color of sunlight.
Sunkissed. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
I wanted those strawberries, those puddles, that sunlight.
I wanted you.
Your lips tasted like honey.
I couldn't get enough.
But I found now that I had you,
I started hating the smell of strawberries.
Puddles, were just puddles.
They settle when it rains.
Sunlight was just sunlight.
You see it everyday.
Honey was just honey.
I could taste honey everywhere.
I pushed you away.
The strawberries became rotten;.
The sunlight faded.
As soon as you left
I found myself realizing, you were special, And I lost that because in my mind,
You were nothing at all.