Izzy's "Pretty Fruit" uses a simple image to describe what it feels like to be used and then dropped. The speaker compares a person to fruit that looks perfect on the outside but spoils underneath. Someone else, the "parasite," attaches to that beauty, leaves bruises, and then wanders off to the next "pretty thing." What's left is forgotten and changed for good.
The most painful part comes in the middle, when the speaker admits that the damaged one still wants the parasite back, "like a drug." The poem doesn't offer comfort. The short, blunt lines near the end ("Save your breath," "Everything is done with you") sound cold, almost like a door closing. Then the final line puts all the blame on the person who was hurt. It's unclear whether the speaker is addressing someone else or scolding themselves, and that ambiguity makes the mood even bleaker. The overall feeling is bitter, resigned, and full of self-blame, with very little hope.