Pre-lingerie and Post thoughts

I remember, I remember,
on that last day,
the lingerie,
you almost bought,
for the experience
of another,
and as I laughed it off
as we are often taught to do,
you shrugged me off,
knowing my words,
were desperate, rotten, and pained
I wanted a sacrifice
I wanted to consume,
I wanted to consume you--flesh and blood,
but you saw me,
unbalanced and scared,
in my naked parts,
weak and trembling, starving,
the softness
before the fusion,
I was not as petrified,
as the idea in your head,
and the blessing is,
nothing can be undone (?)