Stone fruit

You are a stone fruit. Dancing in the plastic tree of my youth. I wanted to eat the delicious plastic cherries

I am the stone fruit, the stone pained and deserted

The fruit split from the seed

Burst from the open, raw sun

Leaking it's glands, so blistering and hot

Onto my stone

Groveling like a crying child under a weeping willow

You became my stone fruit

You smashed the fruit into pulpy masses that leaked too little water

You dappled in the society of sin

Without actually diving in to touch the stone inside

You judged yet you painted us like a canvas

A pretty canvas you can amuse yourself

Lies like how I told myself you really cared

Stone fruit, humans are stone fruit

Sucked bittersweet, angry and alone

Alone even with the others hanging next to them

Crying tears of life & love unlived