Lost

Dear my heart, my love, my soul and companion, friend and lover

I remember the things I gave to you. With unsteady hands,

I passed to you my brain, sliced, dissected so eloquently

On a silver platter as blood dripped from my fingers.

Every time I breathed, the organ on the mirror-like plate

Squirmed and squeezed and sighed a breath of crimson blood.

You looked at it with awe, but pity and boredom filled your eyes.

I didn't notice it back then. The shine of the silver

Reflected off your irises and made them sparkle.

You asked polite questions.

You told me that you would always listen.

When I shut the lid of the platter you ran out

And forgot about the bleeding pieces of me. Told

your friends how disgusted you were. How you didn't want to see

Such a beastly sight, nor did you care about the ponds of scarlet water.

I loved you. I trusted you. With my entire body and soul.

You said you would listen. Always. But of course, I failed to see

The little black hole of apathy sunken in your pupils.

Now, my love, I'm truly alone.

But enough about me.

How are you? How have you been?

Let’s catch up over a cold mug of tea.

Shall we?