To Cry? [Unacceptable.]

The slam of reality hit hard,
When your words-
Twisting and clawing up your throat-
Were suddenly vomited
All over my heart.

I can still feel the
Faint ringing of the bells
As I really began to understand
What was about to happen.

To abandon me?

The words were so foreign.
What had I done to screw up this badly?
This was like a-
A punishment.
But you assured me that I hadn't done
One single thing wrong.

Then why?
WHY must this execration
Live and grow in my heart?

I fear it might grow so big
That it will
Rip
Split
And
Rupture
The only compassion I have left.

The moon
Once hung bright for me.

But now-
Now it's just a dull ornament
Hanging in the abyss
Of a sky
That will never
Be the same.