Bit by bit
I gave myself to you.
Three Michelin stars.
Strange menu.

First course: jellied eyes, accompanied with grilled asparagus tips.
If only you could see what I see.
But all you see
Is them looking back at me.
Untouched.

For the main: scrambled brains, with a side of garlic bread.
Drying out, crusting in the bowl.
My efforts go unnoticed –
Your ice-cold eyes bore into my soul.
Undeserved.

Dessert: sautéed heart on a plate
Served up on a silver platter, dripping with sweet blood coulee.
It doesn’t slake your appetite.
You want more.
Unrequited.