Nasty

 Your love is a rotting onion

infecting everything it touches with moldy stench.

Decomposing skin gurgles away

to reveal your brown sludge center

oozing at me solicitously.

i wish you could understand the finality of this:

Vegetables can't unrot,

and neither can love.

But composting can make fertile soil,

and perhaps

using what you are

and what you did

can grow flowers 

on the grave of my life