The conversation

Offering up a small morsel for discussion

Here on the table lies my heart,
Well, no, in fact, it's just a part,
A little slice of truth, of me,
Diced up and trimmed for you to see,
Then offered up most carefully,
So you can taste, palatably,
The things that sit uncomfortably.

And afterwards, perhaps we could,
Discuss the flavour; was it good
Enough, for you to get a feel,
Or was it too intense a meal,
Perhaps it wasn't lean enough,
Or maybe it's a bit too tough?
I didn't mean to make you reel.

I'm sorry that it wasn't good,
But even so, maybe you could,
Just give a little feedback, still,
The smallest piece just really will,
Help me to try again next time,
There's so much more that's on my mind,

If you're willing, that is.