why do some pretty words 

never quite match intent

why does your inattentiveness 

not match the time spent

on what you alone care for

though that’s never me

on the love that you cling to

like roots of a tree

why does avarice drip from you, 

honey from nest

why does gluttony pool 

from the heart in your chest

as I spell out your avarice, dripping in gold

it feels like the word for a love never told

and although I know gluttony just eats away

my mind hears skipped heartbeats instead of decay

but your thirst for my loving 

is nothing but greed

and your self-righteous pride 

will still always exceed

for the love that you feel for me

as it is none

cannot be replaced

by a meaning unwon