The savor of bitterness
Seasoned my feelings for him,
But cooking was never my forte.
On the contrary,
I wanted to impress the individual,
Thinking that maybe, for once,
His breath could be stolen
Instead of mine.
A tart filled with
The smell of broken promises
Was given to the man
Who could never even keep one.
Resentment of what
Never happened
Was also mixed into the
Ingredients.
With it's spiteful taste
And jealous color,
The feeling of being
Content with someone left
My soul and my mind.
I remember the face you made,
The grimacing, unsatisfied
Face that I will never see again.
What a waste of food.
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