[Poetry assignment for English class on Everyone Leaves by Wendy Guerra]
We did not move in tandem,
It was a struggle of limbs,
A dance of wild abandon,
On that black floor.
You ravaged me like a storm of fire,
But after the heat faded,
There was not much left to desire,
Anguish walks hand in hand with lust.
It was a battle neither of us won,
We entwined and untangled,
But in the end, I was undone,
And left behind, as always.