The Ballad of the Cannibal’s Wife
Consumed by love
Inspired by nothing in particular
My heart just isn’t in it any more;
It left with you when you walked out the door;
I vowed to give my all to you — I did, my dear, and more,
But my heart just isn’t in it like before.
I’m not the woman that I used to be,
There’s little of me left, as you can see;
No spleen to vent, but no regrets — they’re not worth living for;
Oh, my heart just isn’t in it any more.
I’d have liked to give our love another go;
Though, there’s not much left to savor now, I know;
Oh, that sounds so co-dependent, and it’s not what I intended,
But, my heart just isn’t in it any more.
My life, my soul, my all, I freely gave;
My kidneys, my left buttock, calves, and nape;
You said, “I could just eat you up,” and, that’s just what you did,
Now, my heart just isn’t in it any more.
I wonder if it bothered you to leave?
Had I a brain to miss you, I would grieve;
My dear, the day you left, you gave new meaning to ‘bereft,’…
