Feast

I could invite you to a feast
and serve my heart on a silver platter
It's large and juicy and the least
morsel will fill you like thick cake batter

I rarely have a repeat guest
They all say they've had enough
but what they consumed wasn't the best
Digesting it is always tough

I've concocted a glaze of humor
to make my heart more appealing
If I had served it like this sooner
they wouldn't have tasted my raw feelings

I'm on a diet of self-deprecation
to lighten up my tragic mood
though I'm tempting starvation
if I don't eat more nourishing food