You were like the first bite of a

new food, soon to become my favorite.

So exotic and savory,

the flavor danced on my tongue.

I craved my daily fix,

as if it were a drug, and I was

willing to suffer through

the withdrawal until given my immediate bliss

of satisfaction that seemed to

be sweeter than before.

But like all seasonings,

the taste fades and I began to taste

your bitterness, like

sugarless coffee on a Monday morning

-A rude awakening-

One I hated having, but felt guilty

dumping down the kitchen drain.

By Tuesday morning, you're more like

spoiled milk and you're starting to

make me feel sick.

And by the end of the week, you're

just stale bread - the kind that gets stuck

between your teeth when you

question its expiration.

I'm sorry I second guessed my gut.