Hunger pains (Sonnet)

You said what goes around will come around
I did believe this saying was not true.
But in the end, the truth is always found
and now I bear the scars of missing you
My just deserts are flavoured not of sweet
an aftertaste that lies within my heart.
A sour taste of words are left to eat
I should have heard and listened from the start.
I've come to learn the error of my ways
a clod was I that played a foolish game.
The dullard words are left for me to graze
my gut is wretched and can’t digest the pain.
I took a bite off more than I could chew
now ev'ry day I starve a void of you