Pineapples

As I open the can I bought from Walmart 

I’m reminded of you. 

That sweet and sour smell hits my nose 

One that I love so much. 

As it fills my senses and consumes me 

I empty all my heart into the bowl 

And I can finally devour the enticing yellow fruit. 

I take my first bite and it burns oh so good 

The words you told me soothe my tongue. 

I fall in love with the way you taste all over again 

When I greedily swallow the canned goods. 

As the juices drip down my chin, 

Such a sweet feeling that I had missed, 

I remember the way you used to hold my face. 

And I continue eating until I get to the juice, 

Slurping from the bowl because I can’t get enough, I was never

really satisfied with how much was in the can anyways. Like that

time you promised to take me on a date, 

A date full of flowers and love, at your favorite Indian

restaurant, And you never did. 

We stopped talking before that ever happened and 

I cried myself to sleep every night. 

My friends gave me flowers, 

And love, 

And a meal at an Indian restaurant,  

Yet all I ever really wanted was you. 

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The final taste of you was too much for me to handle. 

The burn on my tongue makes me regret being so greedy.

The burn you left on my soul makes me regret you.