The door slammed
knocking a few transparent tears
off of its hinges.

The door has slammed
before.
But tonight...
Tonight was different.

That soft, lingering rattle
kept with it
the deep, consuming ache
of those,
once again,

left behind.

I want this. Yes, I want this.
God knows how bad.
Do you? Do you want this?
I would claw out my heart
and give it to you with a smile.
Do you see that?
Do you see me?
****.
Do you even ******* see me?!
Do you see me wasting away
with the effort of loving you?
Do you see these fingernails?
Cracked.
******.
Raw.
Do you see my ******* chest?
Do you see how empty I am?