The Pharoah

Instant chemistry.
Long hours talking.
Beauty in face.
Beauty in voice.
Lyrical.
Talented.
His guitar.
We sang Aisha.
The days would pass.
Long hours just talking.
He talked of love.
Love is not a word I use.
Once it was spoken things changed.
Demands were made I could not give.
I felt drained.
Still more demands.
He wanted all the attention.
I called him my Amir but he is a Pharoah.
One last demand and he would no longer speak to me until I gave in.
I let him go.
I'm proud of myself.