I want you heart and soul and body and tongue

i am sorry
for falling in love with you
but your gorgeous mind
made me love you

i am sorry
for falling in love with you
but your amazing personality
made it hard for me not to

i am sorry
for falling in love with you
but your kind and sweet person
made me fall harder than ever before

i am truly sorry
for the trouble of loving you
because i know
that you love somebody else.

I stripped the gold from Agamemnon’s mask.
I scoured Clytemnestra’s black heart.
I wiped the blood from Orestes’ sword,
and made Mycenae’s throne room my own.

I promised Achilles no mortal man’s life,
then I felled him at Troy by my hand.
We gods turn out fickle; we heedlessly maim
man’s fortunes, his women, his land.

Do not trust us.

It is hard writing you down…
Metaphors hide behind my ribcage and imagery curbs into the ridges of my brain.
But I’m a writer so I cannot allow my love to turn into a language I cannot speak,
and I’m a warrior so I cannot allow my writing to be conquered by my feelings.
I try to remind myself not to confuse love for war…
I try to think of analogues of us that do not reek of passionate bloodshed.
But it's impossible because I have found the shield of Achilles buried under my tongue the first time we kissed,
and it's futile because your voice echoes the battle cry god screamed when he created love.

whenever people says
"go talk to your friends,
about your problems"

i remember
that my only friend
is the moon

late at night
when my feelings
and thoughts
are scattered

i talk to the moon
because it is
the only one
listening to my cries for
help