Something

Something tainted

Is a question without

An exact answer

On the tip of your tongue.

The instinct that your twisting gut

Knows something you should,

But do not.

Something poisoned

Was pure once upon a very long time ago

A regret. A mistake. Ashamed.

A sweet taste gone sour in your mouth

And a pain in your chest as disappointment

Fills your every pore, every cell,

Every inch.

Something

Can knock you down into darkness

As you realize, as you fathom

It wasn't exactly what you thought.

The something isn't, and could never be

Exactly what you want

But knowing that...came too late.