Dirty Love

My insides and my outsides shattered

My body, which bloomed with love,

Turned into barren lands

With the touch of his hands that once loved me.

How beautifully he gave himself to me,

After the passions that bloomed for me,

All turned into an impossible stain on me,

As I tried to remove them, only getting dirtier.

He left without cleaning himself from within me,

Leaving me without a second glance,

Afraid that my body would shake just as much as my heart,

I couldn't bear to look at his dirty face.

Yet he left, lost in himself,

As he lost himself with me,

He set off on the path of a love without me,

Continuing on the road that had long since begun.