Consumption

Blinded with delusions,
you lash and cling with
grasping tentacles of greedy
inadequacy,
unsatiated want.

Standing ignorantly on our tongues, unconcerned
with how you crush or what
you destroy,
you mangle the truth.
You murder your own soul.
You wonder why
you hurt.

You hurt.

Turning away,
I shield my eyes from
your personal devastation.
Your desperate, insatiable longing
consumes you
violently,
like a ravenous fire.

Love,
suffocated and piteous,
shivering
and wretched from your thrashings,
is afraid to come near.