Dodgeballs to Apples

Her trust was a dodgeball in which she gave away only for it to swing back like a boomerang right in her guts. During P.E a silly klutz like me wasn't really the type to be active. I would chase the ball only for it to run back after me. Yet to me, she wouldn't throw. She would hand it to me, so that i won't throw it back at her because she knows how it would hurt. She would hand it like the world, with hands that wouldn't really know whether what she was doing was exactly right. She would hand them like apples, because we think that a love could be forever when really it has an expiration date. With one bite, a poisonous one sent Snow White ashore. Only for Prince Charming to swoop in with the kiss of her life, like the waves aside those shore. Apples would slowly perish, just like happy endings, from yellow to brown. Just like how thrones would slowly slip by from crown to crown.  To make a slip is to become normal, but they say that normal is a dirty word. I would hold out my broom and sweep the entire squares, but cleanliness and her beauty wouldn't compare. I am talking about her, who has hurt by the throw of the dodgeball right in the gut. The gut in which she never had in the first place, for every morning i wake beside her with the honour to see a face sweeter than any girl who can still rock the pig tails to school and not look silly. Sweeter than the cake she wouldn't dare to touch unless forced, for sugar is no longer needed in her digestive system. What she needed were those apples. An a apple day keeps the doctors away, then maybe love would do so to. When she handed me those dodgeballs it went by me for i was struck, nevermind on my horrendous luck. It bounced away only to whoop me in the head, like how my fists would when angry at myself. For she actually did something right, gimme your hands and don't worry. I can stretch it out as far as the bubblegums that come a poppin'. It was me who was wrong and i am sorry. Seriously, i meant to hold on to that dodgeball tight, as if how precious it was was worth the fight. It's just that i wasn't sure that it was you as i've might have mistaken you for heaven's light.