If Hate Was a Taste.

If hate was a taste, I think it will be bitter. Like pure dark chocolate. Perhaps it will have a strong aftertaste that lingers seductively on your tongue, slowly making you addicted to it. You'll find yourself wanting that aftertaste again so you let the bitterness fill your mouth as you impatiently wait for it to change. Over and over and over. Until one day you realise that you've grown immune to it. Numb. Left with a mouth so bitter that you break into tearful pieces.