What Does It Taste Like? Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

You come into my life like an infection,
Everyone can see the guilt sweating out of your pores,
Look at my eyes, Ill show you these things,
I rip my heart out, to show you my dedication,
Yet you turn your back, and blind my eyes with a sand storm,
Miles of desert to walk, yet i gave you a path,
I guess favors are not returned in your blackness,
I go to grab your hand, and it's shaking,
Top of the world, and yet something was missing,
Now it seems I have found nothing at all,
yet you found the world, you found a way to,
to touch the one part of me i told you not to go near,
now you have tons of guilt, so tell me just what does it taste like?
Your clothes come off just like your honor and dignity,
flushed down the drain, and lost in the sea of empathy,
Captured in history with the colors of life,
and burned in my memory by the feeling of utter collapse,
This salty dish you have created by your actions and your lack,
Lack of common decency, Lack of Morals, Lack of Feelings,
So just tell me, as you eat your decisions and take responsibility,
WHAT DOES IT TASTE LIKE?