I dine on my bleeding heart
Sip the wine of failure
Savoring each tear-filled flavor
I roll the bitterness under my tongue
Hold the indiscretion against
My broken palate
And I wonder how I got to this table
again
Using the yeast of uncertainty to
Bake the cake of my demise
Only to watch it collapse
Into a heap of ashes
Dry as the earth in my mouth
You failed to pay the hopeful bill
I handed to you
And maybe you can't
Being bankrupt at your own buffet
I only wish I'd known that
Before I let you feast on me
Because the tip you left
Won't get me through the day
Perhaps I'm just a snob
Expecting the best in these
Dining delights
(Or maybe I'm too optimistic)
And I have to admit
I wouldn't take the meal back
if I could
I just wish I got the recipe
for your mind
Before I checked out of mine
I got from this, something read was seen as patronizing a meal of sorrow and it made you lose your mind? is that right? I love how it flowed, but just not completely sure how it connects... it's another fuzzy slippers thinking day though, so it slips away in that fog nicely. Enjoyed it.
