Heartache for dinner

An aspiring cook, experienced as you are
You plucked my heart fresh from its roots, its core
Seasoned it, marinated it, spiced it all up
Then decided to throw it for a deep fry of amor

You decided to serve it to me when you were done
Put it back in, like your dirty deed was undone
While I suffered to grow back a new one, from none

Hearts were in season, blossoming within
You decided it was time to make your dish again
You took it, cut it, sliced it, diced it apart
Sizzled it up! barbecue sauce flavored with pain

You decided to serve it to me when you were done
Put it back in, like your dirty deed was undone
While I suffered to grow back a new one, from none

As the dawn broke to end this, you craved
And yet again brought my heart to slaughter
Took it and washed it, then boiled it to the vain
Mushed it to soup, substanced like burning water

You decided to serve it to me when you were done
Put it back in, like your dirty deed was undone
While I suffered to grow back a new one, from none

Now it's in season, you're craving once more
But my heart is steal locked into a cage
Not having heartache for dinner never again
Not substituting happiness with sadness and rage