Why is it that just when I think I have you in my hands,
You slip away to the endless abyss of the dirty sink?
Why is it that just when I think you will stay,
You deflate and ooze out your seed-y life essence?
Why is it that just when I think I will get perfect rounds of you,
You do the thing and make the knife slide away?
Why is it that just when I think you'll stay the same until just tomorrow,
You rot away amongst handsome others of your kind?
Why is it that just when I think you will be with me forever,
You die and have me bury you in the compost pit?
Why is it that just when I start dreaming of the wonderful marinara sauce you could've been,
You give up on me and leave me with sauce-less spaghetti?
Why did you abandon my anxious taste buds high and dry,
While we could've been best buds?
Why did you burst my bubble, break my dreams,
And force me to adjust with buttered, salty noodles?
Why did you become the source of my distrust towards the grocery shop nearby?
Will I ever trust your kind after getting my heart broken so badly?