You make me feel like a bad taste in your mouth.
The remnants of something delicious, gone bad.
Lingering too long: becoming a nuisance.
Staining the memory of what was once wonderful.

It seems as though you’re ready to wash your mouth out,
In preparation for your next meal.
Never to divulge in such a delicacy again.

Whereas the taste in my mouth is still sweet and tender, leaving me longing for more.

Oh, how I wish you weren’t so moreish.
How I wish you would spoil and grow repulsive,
Making me forget what I ever saw in you.