I am the moldy piece of cheese. I am the rotten piece of meat. I am the blue stuff on the bread. I am the smell of rotten eggs. Refrigerator of your love. I am the chunks of solid milk. I am the lettuce, rotten and wilted. I am the food you did not eat. I am the compost on the Heap. In the garden of your love. On the scrap heap of your love. I am the piece of chocolate Cake. I am the chicken shaked and baked. I am the stale frosted flake. I am the Rolaids that you take. In attempts to stomach love.