My father once told me that

once I started dating

I shouldn’t just settle for the first boy that picks me from the patch.

Just because they chose me didn’t mean we were a perfect match.

Unfortunately,

Despite acknowledging he was correct,

I was not able to pass this test.

I met a boy,

that I grew to understand.

My heart fit right in the palm of his hand.

But as all pumpkins do,

I began to grow stale,

And he went behind my back

and revisited the patch. 

When I first saw this new pumpkin he bought 

I held back tears as I thought,

Father please forgive me, as 

I promise I know my worth

but others do not.

- s.n.