When you promised me forever, you never mentioned it had an expiration date—like fresh milk—now spoiled and clotted. Left out in the mid-summer sun. How rancid our love became. Potent. Bitter. Sickly on the tongue.
But how sweet it once was...
Smooth and light. Back when love was more than just a word wasted on lips. A word forgotten. A word now just as spoiled as the milk.
Rotting.
You once said, “Til Death Do Us Part.” But now, my soul’s long since void and desolate. Decayed.
Spoiled.
So, tell me dear, is that good enough for you?
But how sweet it once was...
Smooth and light. Back when love was more than just a word wasted on lips. A word forgotten. A word now just as spoiled as the milk.
Rotting.
You once said, “Til Death Do Us Part.” But now, my soul’s long since void and desolate. Decayed.
Spoiled.
So, tell me dear, is that good enough for you?
