I offered you my heart on a plate
Hot, heavy…heaving
Sizzling full of passion
Yet you refused
It was too much for you
Too rich
Too raw
You just didn’t have the stomach
But with time passing you feel the urge
to re-evaluate
Crave the flesh of desire
Ponder your transformed taste buds
Regret not sinking your teeth into the unknown
So I offer you my heart
Tepid, tired…temperamental
Congealed in place
I wince as you lift the knife