Tainted

You are wretched and disgusting.

So befouled that even maggots leave you to rot.

Layers of shit painted on that pretty face,

and here I thought you were a natural beauty.

Why did you hide behind a mask of shame?

Was it for the allure of a secret admirer?

Was it self-hate or peer pressure,

that caused your rampant slather

of putrid lotion to soak into your skin?

The other day I waited for a coffee and a bagel three orders back.

Your perfume smelled so delicious I forgot my breakfast order.

I couldn’t help but sniff you up as you passed by me.

So, I trailed your scent like a cartoon character out the door.

A hint of citrus still lingered upon your neck,

a smell that turned into a taste I thought I’d crave,

but now it’s just bad seasoning,

and all the good flavor is amalgamated,

with the sting of chemicals upon my tongue.

Your perfect flesh has become rodenticide,

and I’m a rat who loves to nibble.

Piece by piece I chew on you hoping for a bite I can swallow,

but I can’t help but spit you out.

Rancid meat cannot sustain me for long,

and I am a man of persistence.

This highly anticipated meal leads to a wasted plate.

A letdown for a proper man who brings his own cutlery.

Even your feet motivate this Yelp review to get one star,

and I am the fetish type.

Your nails are painted croutons crunching between teeth,

served on a skin and cartilage salad;

The spray-tan dressing is just too bitter to eat.

Your hair is my second course;

Long and thin spaghetti.

I swirl a fork of you upon a spoon

as if you’re dancing alone in the spotlight and I am your audience.

Then I raise you up close enough to taste,

but who knew hairspray parmesan could ruin a meal.

I wanted to savor you.

I wanted to serve you on a silver platter and worship every part of your body.

I needed you as nature intended, as God intended.

Yes, as evil as I am I still believe in Him, because He made you.

But your saddened heart spread a disease of insecurity,

and you attempted to make up for all those uncertainties,

by ruining all your best parts.

It should be a sin what you did to yourself.

You have become inedible;

Intolerable to eat.

and now you left a lonely cannibal to face his worst fear,

being hungry.