I know, this is going to be horrid, but I couldn't say this any other way, so free verse will have to do.

The moon rises, but I can't look.
I used to watch, and think of you,
And the dark feels so secure.
I wish it didn't; but it does.
And nothing he could do helped me.
But you could, couldn't you?
But you don't even know that I'm still breathing.