Love.
The word tastes like soil on my tongue
leaving behind the flavor of rot
Filth lingering as my lips decay;
the essence of dirt and the aroma of death remind me every second of what I said
Love should taste like sugar
sweet and safe
crave it
can't get enough
But love tastes like guilt feels
You want to spit it out
You want to take it back
You want to pretend it's sugar
but the eternal taste of
grime and
blood
and pure disgust
remain.
