Young Writers Society

Just found out this is a thing. We'll see what I come up with. Haven't written much since NaPo haha.

The Death of a Great Love?

They never thought much of you,
no matter how sweet you were,
no matter how brightly your colors shown.

You were begrudgingly accepted
as a necessary party guest,
the plus-one that has to be invited
but no one really wants around.

Those who loved you,
like me, were shunned as well
and assumed liars
(as if I could ever lie),
but to me, it never felt
like October without you.

But I can't love you this year.
Perhaps I never will again.

Because you, my friend,
are just a designer drug,
an autumn-tinted wedge
of the vice that takes us all,
the one hardest to break
because we need it
but too much and it kills,
destroying us slowly
from the inside out.

Oh, candy corn,
you are too sweet,
and that is precisely why
I can't love you anymore.