Ninfa

You didn't love me.

You just liked how I opened my legs

and bit your name in the dark.

You called me a dream

but only came when I moaned.

You kissed my thighs, not my thoughts.

And when I bled desire — you disappeared.

I was soft.

Too soft.

I wanted to carry your child —

like a stupid, pretty curse.

Now?

You’re just another Tuesday fuck

that silence turned sacred.

I don’t cry anymore.

I rot beautifully.