I'm hurt.
Something died inside me.
Please,
let me rest in peace.
I no longer have the strength
to greet the sun in the morning
and I no longer sing to the moon
before bedtime.
My flowers are shrivelled
on the balcony
and the winter is too long
to wait for spring.
I'm hurt,
you hurt me.
I will always bring with me our beautiful moments
because they can't be killed
but hearts are made of flesh
and when the flesh burns
it's like a straw hut
after a hurricane,
there are only twigs
scattered in the wind.

November 16, 2017