Dismembered

I had a love, but it flew like a bird out of the cage but never heard. I had a voice that spoke with tenderness, rendered softly, but now I digress. I had a charm that melted like butter. Now it's forming artery clutter. I had ballooned lungs that clung to your air, but your absence left a pulmonary tear. I had wide eyes indulged with your beauty, but they can't relay what a heart can see. I had a heart like a tender, ripe plum, but it's been chewed like shoe-stuck gum. I had honey dance in my playful mouth. Now it's tasted onion, hard to brush out. I had a belly that held butterflies. Now they've come out like powdered lies. I had tickled ears filled with your melody. They pranced like deer... into a tree. I had pennies wasted on vain wishes. Now they're poisoning the fishes. I had a nose filled with rose's scent, but it blew with the breeze, a memory spent. I had smooth arms secure in your care. Now they're free, yet lonely, bare. I had soft hands, interlocked with yours. Now they hold open their own doors. I had silken legs you loved to caress. I keep them neatly under my dress. I had eyebrows raised with arousal. Now they're abased, full of sorrow. I had a smile like a child's for cake. I still wear one, but it's a fake. I had instincts, but I let them go like a rambling tongue for ego's show. I had a notion that this would end, but remained devoted like an owing friend. I had regrets of yesterday's crime, but they've been bleached like toilet grime. I had cavernous wounds, dripping with blood, with prints that followed like galoshes of mud. I had a self, differently sorted, once vibrantly alive, now aborted.