Cherry picked!

I woke abruptly to find the house in silence and my room painfully bright.
"Oh my god,I must have overslept."I panicked as my pulse raced,mind on overdrive flashing vicious scenarios of the employment police considering my punctuality punishment.
I faced the clock which seemed as tall as Big Ben in this distorted moment staring back at me with an eight O' clock grimacing face.
Trying desperately to get a grip on the situation I retraced my steps from the night before.
I had finished work,wearily daudled to the supermarket from where I dubiously purchased a cheap,on offer bottle of pink, fizzy vinegar.
Without a doubt,my cherry picked love with heart of stone,naturally you featured in this blur somewhere,ah yes,we met at the bus stop and walked to the park.
After finding a bench which made us look less conspicuous I popped the cork while you,the alcoholic lectured me about drinking and monotonously babbled about your finances at present.
Oh my materialistic love,how I linger for these moments to be blessed with your sacred presence when you can spare a few hours for me what with your busy social schedule and hours of graft for the pound signs which sparkle in your eyes.
I, as always killed the moment by walking on thin ice and daring to mention,dare I say it,emotions,feelings and where they reside inside you or are they lying dorment?
Oh blast,like my favourite childhood board game,operation,I hit more than one nerve.
"why can't you just talk about trivial things?
Everything has been going just fine lately and here you go again just digging and digging."
The fact of the matter was I hadn't ever scratched the surface since you clammed up tighter than alcatraz.
Like the wine,all went flat and you said you must catch the bus.
I had been given an hour and a half,lets not push the boat out here.

We walked back up the hill and still full of frustration I didn't look behind me as you headed with your usual air of indifference back to the bus stop.
"Water of a duck's back,"you had said some months ago,you see every aspect of life like that.
I shivered to think that your love revolved around a cash machine.
"why do I love and tolerate such shallowness?why do I toy with unlocking a heart which is devoid of love for me?"
Finishing the remains of the vinegar, left with a numbness inside knowing it was my day off tomorrow,I slept uncomfortably tossing and turning with the grievances of you and the cheap wine intoxifying my body.
In my dream I saw you with a maggot ridden, battered and bruised apple in your grasp,you studied it with sheer facination as you slowly saw the rancid fruit shrivel and decay,it thrilled you to watch it suffering almost and being devoured.
I, riddled with guilt felt small fangs gnawing at my flesh daily,sucking me dry of self preservation.
Sadly,a metaphor for what I represent for you,the bad apple.
I, no longer your hand picked beauty but just a reminder of all the emotion you had endured by once surrendering your love for me.
Cut it off dead you decided.Shield yourself in a bullet proof coat of armour, no-one will ever touch your heart of stone again.
The fruit of your love is bitter yet you always remain my cherrypicked love.
Abruptly thrown into the reality of the here and now.
"Oh,thank god it's my day off today."
Suddenly, so relieved that the sirens where not screaming out for me, a headache from hell seemed little to contend with right now.
swallowing a pair of nurofen like m&m's gulping them down with treacle thick coffee I headed for my computer.
Since all the psychology books had sold like hot cakes on amazon.com I had no little suprises in the e-mail box singing out at me,"sold,dispatch now!"
It was becoming exciting this selling lark, like waiting for a reward from the tooth fairy each day!

Wait a minute,what's this?"Your story has been cherry picked by our editors."
As I clicked on the link those two shining beauties with lean green stalks were evidently mine proudly gleaming in the right hand corner.
Proud as punch and feeling fruitful I beamed for the first time in so long.
They say dreams are contrary and today it has been scientifically proved.
For it is not I who is the bad fruit,I was cherry picked too.....