Overripe

Like an apple, you picked me too late. I was bruised and full of doubt.
And when you asked me to dance I said yes, but only because I didn't know how to say no when you smiled at me like that. The next day you made it clear I was only a distraction. The sweetness you tasted was to rid the bitterness of your mistakes with the last girl. You never told me this, but I knew. I know. I just kept dancing.