Dinner for One

I chose the very best plate,
And I garnished my heart with love.
I sat at the table to wait
For the one I'd been dreaming of.
He came to dinner in time
With a smile that made me swoon.
I fed him a bite of my soul
With a delicate gilded spoon,
And he drank my essence down -
A mix of my tears and blood -
You see, I gave my all
To the one I'd been dreaming off.
He wiped his mouth and he stood,
And he said that the meal had been fine,
Then he walked away forever
With nary a glance behind.

I sat down to feed another,
For I felt that I had learned;
I talked with him before dinner
To ensure that my love he'd earned.
He came not to eat just one time,
But a total of seven or six,
Then one day I stopped hearing from him -
I learned that our dates had been nixed.

There was another one too,
I'd been dreaming about for years,
So I waited around for him to come
And sample my blood and tears.
I didn't invite him outright,
But to him I was awfully kind -
I held him up when he was weak;
I was never far behind,
So I can't understand why he walked away
One day when the days were warm,
To another table, there to stay,
And eat of another woman's heart.

Is my heart not good enough?
Why do they all walk away?
Am I not enticing enough
To make a diner stay?
Will I heal of this broken heart,
Chewed and bitten, here and there,
Or am I condemned to sit alone
And drink my own blood and tears?