Fuck you - In Portuguese

Fuck you - in Portuguese 

you couldn’t speak to me with dialect,
But what’s having a language in common worth - when I chose to speak to you without words?
When my eyes were your alphabet, and my heart your thesaurus - you must have missed the whispers in the footnotes where every inch of me fell for your silence.
If you had read between the lines you would have seen I would have been your ride or die.
Between the vowels and grammar of my lips on your neck, did you miss the shorthand that promised to adore you until language ceased to be necessary?
Every time you parted you left letters tattooed on my skin..and
every kiss I left on your thighs was poetry.
I gave you the silence in me no one else has heard, the silence no one else can ever hear - and the hieroglyphs of my soul hoped you felt it.
But of course you didn’t want a poem, or even a sonnet.
You just wanted to run your hands over my letter stained skin. You wanted you more than you ever wanted me, and I knew it.
But every time you left you took all my A’s and all my E’s and left me drained of self worth,
My fingertips erase you from the predictive text of my mind..
but in the silence without us - there is only you.
Every letter you took, was scribbled with self worth
And in your absence I wondered why my poetry wasn’t enough.
Why wasn’t I enough? 
Is it my handwriting?
Is it the way my fucking ink blot stained heart loves every last inch of you..
So cold and fleeting you kept your alphabet for someone else.
But you kept mine too. 
And ripped the pages of my already damaged library to burn for warmth.
Luckily fuck you comes in many languages.. and every time I scratch my nails down someone else’s back I hope you hear it.