I brought you my heart,
torn out from the quiet cave of it's ribcage
Served it up on a silver platter
raised above my head
as far as my arms could stretch
while my knees tried so desperately to hide their shaking from the floor boards.
I adored so hard I could barely speak
through all the ribbons holding me together
escaping through my teeth.
You pushed it around on the plate with your spoon
Until every edge of my muscle
was covered in friction burn
You kept poking at me with your fork
it hurt, I didn't learn
I just loved you harder
in the hope that the meal of me
would appeal more to your teeth
I could cope
with the p