Waking at three in the morning, my eyes
Damp for some reason, I lie silent in the dark
Listening for the familiar fall and rise
Of your soft breathing; but only the stark

Emptiness of absence surrounds my frail
Vacuum. My heartbeat throbs like your cock
Used to, while I can only weep with hatred at my stale
Desire. My brain screams at me, begging me to mock

My ridiculous longing, my hopeless dreams
Of belonging. But my heart screams back
Ripping me apart at the seams
Dragging me into the black

Broken pit of pain where my pathetic words
Wither and die like abandoned baby birds.