Eaten….

Consumed….

Devoured….

Munched…. 

And then swallowed as if I were just a piece of food

Like the Gingerbread Man

Except that 

He could run as far as he wanted 

However, I am a different story

I could never run away from you

As much as I might have wanted too

I loved too much

I loved too hard

I loved too deep

That to keep from hurting you 

I hurt myself

I let you hurt me

Again, like the Gingerbread Man

I was eaten piece by piece

But the Gingerbread Man was lucky

His death was fast and easy

He was helpless, powerless

I, on the other hand

Was not as lucky as he was

I was eaten slowly

Being enjoyed by my consumer

And I was not helpless

I could have run away

Just like the Gingerbread Man

But I didn’t

Did I?

I chose to stay

I chose to stay for you

But what did you care?

Did you even notice?

Did you even realize that you were tearing me apart?

Did you hear the sounds as you ripped me into pieces?

First my legs and feet

Disabling me 

Preventing me from leaving your gravitational pull

Then, my arms, and hands

Again immobilizing me

When I wanted to caress you, hold you, touch you

I couldn’t

There was no way

After, it was the rest of my body apart from my head

When you took this part away from me

It was as if….

As if I was trapped

Trapped to never leave again

Never to leave the place I was at 

But of course 

At that time I was clueless

I was in love

With you

I didn’t want to leave

Later on you swallowed my head

Leaving me without any thoughts

You were my head, my brain

The decisions were made for me

At all times

But did I care?

No 

I loved, I treasured

But then you left

You left me there

I thought you would have come back

I thought you would have come back to finish your snack

But you didn’t 

You left me there alone to tend for myself with no body, no
brains, no will power

You took all that I had

You took my love

You took my soul

You took my power

You took my will

You took….

Me

And with only the scraps left there unattended

I was left to die

Alone

But I wasn’t scared to die

I wanted to die

I wanted to die for one reason and one reason only

Not because you left me

Not because you stole me

Not because I was alone

But because of what you left me with

You left me with nothing but one organ

One emotion

One feeling

You left me with that one organ that when broken could never
be cured

You left me broken hearted

You left my heart on the ground to get stomped on

To get destroyed

You left me with a hole in my heart 

A black hole that sucked all that was left of me and led to
my demise

Now I am not me

And never will be again

And I wonder now

What if you had at least left my fragile heart on a chair?

On a cushion?

On a shelf?

Would someone see that I was broken?

Would someone see that I needed to be fixed?

Would someone care enough

To pick me up and console me?

Care for me?

Love me?

But I will never know will I?

And it is all because of you

And to think I gave you my everything

I gave you my all

And for nothing in return

Not even an apology 

What I got was my soul and heart

Left there on the floor

To die

But I have one important question to ask you

At least tell me this……

Did you enjoy it?

Or in other words

Did I taste better than the Gingerbread Man?

I hope I did 

I hope that with all my effort

All my strength

All my love

My entire endeavor

I could have tasted better than the Gingerbread Man

So….

Are you going to tell me?

Was I a good treat?

I really need to know