Crushed Blueberries
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I sit and I ponder what to say..This piece is on a sensitive subject. It is fictitious. I hope I don’t offend, it is not my wish. But if this is relatable..please express this to someone. ✌️

Crushed Blueberries

Blueberries

Blueberries crushed

Blueberries crushed on my skin,

Can it mix with your honey

if your sweetness melts within,

As these blueberries start off as strawberries,

in our fruitful, colorful love.

And the pain starts off as merry,

until the pain gives merry a shove.

And we create jam all over the place

and our jam is hard to erase,

with these bruises on my arms

and these marks all on my face,

with a pain held in my heart,

to only search for your once sweetness.

I once,

only once,

I think, once,

felt you were my weakness.

But you were only my cue to go,

GO

The jam starts to stay permanent,

as it melts under my skin,

seeping into my heart,

letting me know it isn’t worth it,

to bare these scars,

the shame

of your unruly past.

To wear these crushed

blueberries on my skin

knowing

the pain will last..

but not on my skin.

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