I pity the girl who danced to your rhythms
thinking it was she who created the beat.
Your dance is unsafe, unsettling.
On a new moon I drift away silently,
using the dark to my advantage.
Farewell you who once knew me,
a stranger to me now.
By the full moon you’ll be howling,
your outbursts mimicking the tides.
I twirl delightfully in my own waves now,
my smile as crooked as the waning gibbous
on the night I let you go.