My ex boyfriend has suddenly decided to contact me again.  Not the one that decided not to speak to me, but the one I told to leave me alone.  I was happy and also angry that he emailed.  I was happy because it meant that I wasn't alone in thinking about him.  Angry because then I couldn't live with him in the corner of my mind because he actually exists in the real world too.  He was sorry for being an asshole, that he's changed, that he wants to be friends, that he thinks of me and misses me.  As I fell asleep, I had an odd image in my head, and I wrote a poem about it.

Love Hurts
They slip between my fingers
Those tiny sour berries

Red juice slicks my fingers
I look closer; I realize

One should not cut cranberries
With a large knife.