Love is a ball of twine

wrapped tightly around the hearts of lovers,

binding them in a mutual dance of passion.

The gods endowed me with extra rounds of rope and

I followed with sweet smiles and giddiness,

until they cursed me with red ties around my wrists.

Trapped by my own love

and cursed by own gods.


Inconsistency was your greatest gift

and it left me begging at your feet,

desperate for those sweet moments.


Tell me that you

loved me,

missed me,

craved me.

I only wished to be your shining star.

With mercy Aphrodite freed me

and looked on with pity.

I still lay at your feet,

waiting to catch the scraps of your affection,

drooling like a hopeless dog.


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