there’s an adage that says
something like:
you could be the 
ripest
juiciest
peach in the bunch
and there’s still
someone out there
who doesn’t like peaches.

which is all
well and good
but peaches
were your favorite.
you loved them.
you craved them.
you ate them all the time.
i told you to
slow down;
that you’d
make
yourself sick.
you’d 
burn
yourself out.
you said,
“never.”
you swallowed the pit
because you thought
it would
yield more.

and yet
here we are…
you
with your fingers
down your throat-
puking it all up-
trying to
get it all out-
and me saying,
“i told you so.”