You set the bait and I never let go,
I never wanted so.
A fish out of water;
I’m suffocating in the same room you breath calmly in.

Moving hopelessly alone on reflex
I’m going mad in this state but lie still
every time you touch me.

Your knife digs deep
though like pain is something I have become accustomed to.
Cutting away at the surface,
then to the core,
digging deeper and deeper where I really feel you.

Before you’ve truly experienced me
you coax and cover me with flavors of your own,
as if I’m like the rest of them,
as if I won’t taste different on your tongue.

Burning from the inside out as you cook me to your liking,
I can take the heat
so long as I know I will melt inside you.

But
when you gutted me you forgot about my heart,
maybe because it was too hard to find,
maybe I was saving my best for last, or  
maybe I hid it because I knew you didn’t know how to handle it yet.

It’s all I have,
it’s all I’ve ever had
and I gladly would rest it upon your lips even but for a moment
and when that single moment finally arrived,

you spat me to the floor,
swallowed what remained
just to **** me out the next day.  

I don’t know why I thought this would have a different ending.