I fell in love with someone that would eat me alive,
Joyously I gave you seconds,
Devouring my tender flesh I provide,
Fork and knife abandoned for the drawl of your silver tongue,
Watching you gluttonously cramming down the main course,
My thoughts, my eyes, my skin,
Alas, you find me hollow,
My heart sliced up many dinners before,
My lungs deflated for your deserts,
My liver congested with your poison-laced leftovers,
Abruptly you leave me carved out,
A shell only capable of being filled with your ravenous attachment,
You consumed all the cake,
And left the dishes drowning in your dirty water,
I fell in love with something that ate me alive,
And I survived the feast,
Mending myself course by course,
My exterior restored,
The absence of your presence a life,
The shadow of your teeth marks on my meat a reminder,