Is Anything Worse?

You wish and want
More than you should
Crying at the moon
And digging your hands
Into this sand.

A desert
Of your own design
Nothing to say
To bring her back.

She loved a man
Who chose his sorrow
Over her.
Is anything worse
Than a woman scorned?

Like those before her
She dug and sweat
In wells which brought
No life.
Only realizing it too late
Did you decide to try
And dig along with her.

Yet while your hands
crept near hers
Her gaping heart
could not have been farther.

A woman can only take so much
Knowing she is not enough
To summon your courage
Is the surest way to end her.