Tasteless

Love is not cruel 

and bitter on the tongue

It is patiant and flavorful 

you were nothing of the sort

you left my mouth dry

begging for something I could savor

I gave you love in a variety of flavors

you had net yet experienced

I was the one who enhanced you pallet

you just handed me an empty plate

and insited I eat

I decided I had gone hungry long enough

so I moved on in hopes to find my full course meal

someone who can enhance my pallet

This poem is about: 
Me
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