In the Dark

I want to cry most nights, as I lie here;
Imagine me: scattered simplicity
not stardust, restive as a single tear
upon a pale cheek beneath the sky

Clouds are stone grey with my surrendered rage:
so heavy on my mind. and at the heart
of broken dreams and each forgotten page
of memories that die each time I start...

And cry again, remembering the past,
that has not been replenished, since he went,
despite the lust-filled lovers, who would last
five minutes in my arms;

They call me: "cunt"
because they cannot ever match his mark,
but go, to leave me crying in the dark.