-You found an elegant restaurant
-In my small, meek body.
-And you drank my spit
-Like it was the water spouting out itself.
-Except fountains flutter up, and pool, ready, waiting to be drank out of,
-But I tried sealing my lips
-Like a closed off cavern.-You tried to swallow me whole:
-Mind, body, and soul.
-My heart was served to you on a silver platter.
-I dished it out to you, believing that servitude was equivalent to love.
- You devoured it quickly
-Leaving some pieces on the plate
-So I would have broken fragments to pick up once you were done with me.
-My mind ran in circles.
-It danced around your physique.
-My head raced with thoughts of you
-And me
-One day living in harmony
-So when you asked for it as your second course I didn't hesitate to prepare it.
-You were precise on how you wanted it,
-Like most people order steaks,
-You had a certain way you wanted my mind.
-The recipe called for three cups of submission,
- Two tablespoons of silence,
-A half of a cup of fake smiles,
-And a dash of despair.
-No more than that, or it would be too strongly seasoned for your taste.
-Begrudgingly, I, as your personal chief concocted your meal.
-And again, you ingested your second course.
-The dessert.
-You wanted my body.
-But I was trying to close up shop.
-You told me you were finished
-I gave you your check,
-But you were dissatisfied.
-You wanted the rest of me served to you,
-With a cherry on top.
-You led me to the kitchen,
-And you forced my hands into cooking the rest of myself for you.-But I refused to serve you the toppings you sought after.
-So you threw the remains,
-The scraps, directly in my face.
-Then you got up without paying your check.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Mad
PoetryThe title says it all, just some different poems that go from my brain to you. (Cover not done by me, done by the amazing @LaurenDMSmith)