Komodo

I am cold now.  
 
But it's better  
than before  
when I needed you  
to hold me.  
 
Evolution takes care  
of her own  
in her own  
special way  
does she not?  
 
So  
from starved puppy  
I grew:  
 
Hair dropped off in chunks  
(you didn't notice at the time)  
while skin turned a scaly green  
clawed fingers  
to cling to everything  
replaced the playful paws.  
I began to bask in sun  
for warmth  
instead of emitting;  
eager eyes hardened, shrunk  
to search for sustenance  
elsewhere.  
 
About then  
is when my tongue  
split  
and I no longer cared  
for love.  
 
I've had my fill  
of worms today  
 
and I feel a chill.  
 
I'm off to lie out.