I couldn’t tell you how I felt each day.
I couldn’t show you the bruises your words left on my heart.
Your acid tongue licked my wounds,
I didn’t die enough each time, to end it all.

You smiled.
I faltered as I left your hareem of hearts.
Was I just one of many? A single grain beneath your feet?
I was only a star in the black night.
Flickering. Failing light.

I don’t have the energy anymore.
You are gone now, beneath the ground you dwell.
A tango on your grave and the devil cries for you.