Blueberries

I’m sorry but, I hate you.

Or not hate you, rather….mmm dislike you.

But, actually, I think I love you.

The look you give me is disgusting.

Revoltingly beautiful.

In fact, so uncannily attractive…..it’s…disgusting.

Why are you here?

Is it for me?

Lets touch elbows and put this behind us.

But, can you?

Can you, walk away and never come back?

Best if only.

Fine! Strangle me in my sleep then.

“Please,” Push me off the bridge.

Because to me you are like blueberries.

The world thinks you are blue.
When really, I know along with a few others….. your true color is actually purple.