You tortured me
You drew me in...just to poison me
Your love is a drug similar to novocaine
You numb your prey, preparing for the kill
You devour the weak
You devoured me

You ate my mind for breakfast
My heart for dinner
And snacked on my soul between the main courses
I was a buffet of self indulgence for you
Feeding your ego

I cried out for help
And you returned with your love
With your novocaine
And I was lifeless, helpless
Weak for your love
Weak for your promises
Weak for you

I didn't see, until it was too late...
You were slowly becoming satisfied
My pain
My love
My tears
My heart
My soul
My mind
My dreams
Once those were all yours
Once you had your complete meal
You were full

Scraps of me remained
Desperate
You could have easily had your leftovers
Reheated them
Revived our love
Instead you threw your scraps...
You threw me...
Into the trash

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