being a God is lonely, I'll gladly be mortal. -8:16 PM

it has been three damn years

and yet I still cannot believe I led myself straight

into the lion's den.

your golden locks so alluring

making me want to run my fingers through it

making me want to submit my entire self to you

you were my God

(I was never a good catholic and even today the title feels

foreign and strained on my blasphemous tongue.)

you said I was your goddess

but somehow the way you tended to be cold and indifferent towards me

convinced me otherwise.

it planted the seed

planted the idea that I was not your goddess but just a mere mortal

trespassing onto your mt. Olympus.

you were a lion and I was the prey

so ferocious, so cunning

and I gave myself so willingly so pathetically

for your satisfaction

all I wanted was your love

and you couldn't even give me that, you gave me half-hearted I love you's

while you turned around and said the same sweet nothings in

the other's ear.

but how could I be such a fool?

for I was the other woman at one point too

I should've seen it coming, then.

I should've known that I would never trust again I would always doubt

the love others claim to feel for me

I should've known that you were not capable of reserving a piece of your heart for me.

how could you? for I was a mere mortal back then

but honey, times have changed and I've learned

I've learned from my mistakes

(at least I hope I have for bad habits are tough to break)

yes, I led myself into the lion's den.

no, it did not kill me.