I never cried at your misplaced words
Though, I felt them,
So carefully,
Gnawing
At
My spirit.

My heart only cried wet, dragging words
That loved hard
And too quickly
After
Your wayward self.

Filthy words spilled from your blackened lips,
Telling of your innards.

But, I couldn't let go
That somewhat glow
I kept glimpsing
Before you shut down.

In the moon's attempt at a soothing beck
Is tendence to insatiable hunger,
Pretending, between breaths, I couldn't hear
My own growlings clawing in your thunder.

Teary eyes and hopeful eyes stare down
Frozen and thoughtless, cold eyes,

Until I glance away
With nothing to say,
Ignoring the impending,
Yearning.