Forgotten Pumpkin

You are not the object of my desire You are but my Earl Grey tea, when I wanted Apricot Bland, but sour An obtuse, robust beast Without a conscious Without a soul No compassion lies within Taking and robbing what I don't lock away How could I entertain the thought of such an enigma? I displayed all my treasures for his deceitful eyes Though he gleamed at a ruby or two He ignored the splendor of the other jewels Rejection intensified the desire for this undesirable Now stuck with boxes of stale Earl Grey tea The delicate tea bags too old to use She cannot throw away the boxes because they spit her out If they would only admire her splendor she would discard the boxes and sip on her apricot tea again.