Love Bites

Love Bites

We first met at the supermarket and fell in love at first sight. I remember my first gaze upon your curvaceous and sultry figure. You stole my heart with your glossy and perfect skin, cool yet soft to the touch and transparent enough to see into the depths of your buttery sweet heart.

I took you home that day and for a fleeting moment, I was proud to call you mine. I wasted no time trying to get you to open up to me. Vigorously attempting to remove the tight and pressurized seal of your soul so that you could reveal your deepest, tastiest feelings to me, I groped you tight around the head and drew you in ever so tightly.

But you resisted me. You would not release the powerful barrier between us, and refused to welcome me into your life. At first, I felt dejected, humiliated, and lost. Was I not the one meant to open up the door to your heart, to unscrew the lid so tightly closed over the treasures that were your deepest, sweetest, innermost desires?

It was at that moment I understood. Your feelings for me were not sweet and loving. Much rather, you possess a sour, resentful, hard and crisp demeanor with a truly repulsive personality that rejects the feelings of anyone who dares try to enter your heart. It was apparent that the only way I could get you to open up to me was to somehow become a strong enough person to open up this barrier between us. To break down this wall so that I could sort out the most bitter and sour contents of your heart and devour them, freeing you from this hell you had engulfed yourself in.

I waited for the day when you would one day open yourself up to me. I went to the gym day after day to attempt to become a strong enough person to break down your tough exterior.

But you continued to reject me. You would not open your indestructible lid and refused to let me into your heart. No matter what efforts I tried, no matter what methods I used, you stubbornly rejected my deep feelings, my emotional hunger to devour the sour feelings of your hate-ridden interior. All my efforts to get you to reveal your true self to me have been in vain.

So go ahead. Fall from grace to crash in a million pieces on the floor below. Let someone else stronger than I attempt to open the lid so tightly sealing your innermost self. I don't care anymore. I've completely given up on you. You're an abhorred piece of junk, a tasteless pile of slop that I can never believe I was attracted to, not even for a fleeting moment. Do whatever you desire...because as far as I'm concerned, you are already dead and expired to me.

You worthless jar of pickles.