Strawberry

You were strawberry ice cream on a summer day,

gentle and sweet and forever.

my favorite, though I would never tell you that.

You were laughter and sunshine and quiet smiles,

held hands and muddy knees.

I let you become my everything.

. . .

And somewhere along the way I forgot that I was just vanilla.

Always there, lodged in the back of the freezer.

You let me think that I am something special-

your favorite flavor.

but you deserve tangerine sunsets

and the depths of a dark chocolate abyss...

not me.

Not this perpetual nothingness.

I am too bland to be worth your time, and yet,

as your strawberry lips crash against mine

I let myself believe

that I am enough.