Thank You For Your Unkindness

Thank you for your unkindness,
so unexpected after all.
I did not know that my heart
still beating could be eaten
with a spoon, my liver on the
side in a bed of jade green
jealousy; a glass of sanguine
hate to drink. No really,
you did not have to go through
all the trouble to make me
feel unwanted, unloved, awkward
and most of all unwelcome.
I appreciate the special touch,
my own words on the plate to
eat with a bit of blackened crow.
Dessert? No, no! Do not trouble
yourself so for me. This bitter
sweet taste of you is enough
to last me through the long drive
home, your sarcasm to warm me.
Yes! Oh, my yes! We should do
this again when the next season
brings paper Valentines to flay
flesh and pour salt in. It will
be, as always, remarkable to see you.

Yours,

Devil Darling