Are you so unused to the way love tastes
That you smother it in salt?
Keep your bitterness to sharpen your palate,
Your senses are dulled, and your flavours uninspired.
Feed, then, on that which makes you salivate
You lust only for that which you have lost.
I will no longer feed you pity.
I am too busy feasting, partaking of joy.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
Are you so unused to the way love tastes
That you smother it in salt?
Keep your bitterness to sharpen your palate,
Your senses are dulled, and your flavours uninspired.
Feed, then, on that which makes you salivate
You lust only for that which you have lost.
I will no longer feed you pity.
I am too busy feasting, partaking of joy.
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