oh, saturn
won’t you loosen up
and let your worries go?

how he thrives,
on the pain and power
of those weaker

the balance lost,
and the love was gone
like a bittersweet symphony

i swore it was love,
but the pure agony
was sorrowful poetry

still he said, “venus,
won’t you give me all
and every piece of you?”

but i refused,
because who would i be
if i forgot the essence of me?