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BLUEBERRY LEFT
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He was toxic,
Complete and pure poison,
But it was my favorite flavor.
Blueberry acid rushed through my body,
Leaving a warm sense of security and happiness.
Everything was perfect,
As long as the poison was in constant supply.
As long as he was there.
That's when I started to learn,
The danger of addiction in the form of a human.
He became inconsistent,
The flavor was still unmatched
But the longing for that sense of security
Left me with withdrawals in the form of a teardrop.
He would return as if he wasn't gone,
I would feel better but not as good as before
The warm sense of home was dwindling.
I tried to condition myself slowly,
To live without the poison
That had kept me happy for so long.
That's when he left.
I tried to prepare myself,
To convince myself it wasn't needed.
Poison is poison and I didn't need it.
But the sudden realization hit,
The warm sense of security
And home
And happiness
Would never come to me again,
In that flavor.
I couldn't move,
I had prepared for this,
Why does it hurt so much?
I continued with life,
Waiting for the phone call
Waiting to here he made a mistake.
And that's when I met Strawberry.
But it wasn't poison this time,
It was love.
The kind Blueberry could never give me.
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I enjoyed this comparison. I like that you explored a toxic relationship with the person involved knowing it wasn't good for them. I thought the use of flavor was a creative way to describe love. We tend to stick to what we know when it comes to taste. Which is why it's probably always phrased that way. I always appreciate when I cook and I can convince someone to try a new flavor. You don't know how good strawberries are if you're only picking blueberries.
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I love the metaphor of fruit, especially those berries which really embody the type of relationship you describe. Thanks for sharing!