You tasted like cinnamon.
Bitter and sweet; you told me once cinnamon was disgusting.

You smelled like rain.
Misty and like wet cement; it was nauseating.

You are the only thing left connecting me to this town we both hate... And yet you've already gone away.

You are the reason I am afraid to turn the corner of the streets; scared I might randomly see you.

You looked like the sun.
Bright and dangerous; back when we first met.

You sounded like a violin.
Stringy and loud... To loud for comfort some would say.

I loved you. I loved you more than words can easily explain.
There aren't enough similes and metaphors to describe my love for you.

But you taste bitter now.