Unhealthy Love

Your love is unhealthy.
It reeks of leftovers.
Mere crumbs.
It looks stale.
Left out. For far too long.
Like a ghastly reminder.
Of an old recipe.
It just sits there.
Undecorated.
It promises nothing.
Besides a weak after taste.
Of what could have been.
Had it been preserved.
Once a dish.
Hot when cooked.
Now forgotten.
Cling wrapped. And shelved.
To rot in peace.
Piece by piece.
Until its redemption.
When the decay is trashed.
And the love…
Love finds relief in the recycle bin.


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