Diet

Deceit tastes of chocolate melting on your tongue suffocating my mouth, 

The sweet oozing coco slipping down my throat, like the lies of your so called love.

Clogging my insides with your high fructose corn sex, your plan was unwholey, and unworthy of my granulated purity. 

She tainted your sweet scent with globs of saturated fats and I am not keen of that flavor

Your salty skin left me parched of self worth and the nutritious value of Vitamin B-well. 

Your small vegetable was not the proper proportion to satisfy the required serving for a woman of my stature

Although I am sure it will be a blessing for the dingy mouth of that vile creature. 

I need ripe lettuce and whole brained boys to munch on and prove to me that this diet will be worth the unsatisfying voids of men that lie to taste better. 

I want to tingle my senses with the intentions of exploring my inner succulent flavor, 

one with a dash of honey and paprika so they do not think they know how  exactly to defeat her. 

I want to be embraced by a fork and not a dull spoon and be savored in each of the drips of my consciousness that I spend figuring out the curves of your lips. 

I want fiber and protein and the discovery of what it means to feel complete and healthy. 

I promise from this day on to never slip upon the oily tendencies of men who like you spit on my dignity.