For the Love of Apollo

You were too beautiful for me. Your song forever burning in my mind, oh love, will they make a myth of us i wonder? too light, too divine, too harsh i was just a girl. but my whole life i have only been yours. i never learned to be anything else. i have never loved another, yet you have never loved me stealing secret trysts, as you stick a dagger in my chest and i call it love. you are not forgiven. oh, you are always forgiven will you mourn me? when i am ashes and you are still young, and shining. will you cry out my name in battle? the mortal you would never stay with you will see nations rise and fall, will watch Achilles weep for Patroclus and Medea’s crimes in the name of love. and your name will live on for thousands of years. they will forget my name the moment i reach Charon I learned about her at the same time that I learned about you and that your sheets were yellow, and that drowning doesn’t always happen in the sea. ‘Cause I drowned in your eyes. Sometimes drowning happens in a bed late at night with only memories to keep you company What is this fire if not love when i saw you i was made of broken glass and you didn’t want blood on your hands sometimes love isn’t soft or gentle like your poems say it is love is gritty and dirty and possessive- it’s curses. because i am young and you are old. and when they come for us, when they burn my kin and my home and your temple, you will look on with indifference because the fire will never burn as bright as you. When i told you that you would come to love me, you didn’t believe me. and then nobody believed me again