This poem is the result of a Creative Writing assignment, in which we had to write a sonnet using one of the ideas we were given. One of them was to compare someone to a fruit or vegetable, and for some reason, that struck me, so here I am, comparing someone to a grape. This is probably not my strongest poem, being that a sonnet involves rhyming and I hate the constrictions of rhyming as far as word choises are concerned, but given the circumstances, I think it came out pretty well. As for whether this is a poem about an actual experience of mine, well, you'll just have to decide that on your own. Enjoy!
You looked so good on the outside,
So plump, so ripe, so sweet.
I had no idea you were trying to hide
Your sourness, my defeat.
Then I plucked you from your stem
And held you way up high.
I took you and left the rest of them
To shrivel up and die.
I was your pawn, I was your tool
Back then, I couldn't see.
Now that i've consumed you, I see i'm a fool.
You've become a part of me.
I thought I truely knew you back then
But now I know better. Never Again.
