wasted energy, time, and tears

i pour my heart out to you
into a bowl
a sad, soupy attempt at affection

my bowl of rich, veiny, organ is unappealing to you
your nose upturns
its vulgar, vile, absolutely disgusting
you don't want my insides
why would anyone want my insides

pancakes and toast
buttery, golden perfection
like butterfly wings and sandalwood
you shovel tasteless beauty into your mouth
filling your stomach with the same warmth
that lies in my bowl

the full bowl sits on the counter
rotting, bubbling, the way a dead whale
becomes adipose

your plate, once piled high with protein and grain
sits emtpy next to my bowl
it's a beautiful contrast
the full and the barren
the forest and the desert
the ocean and the sky
your stomach and your brain
my heart and my heart
before, after