what did i ever do to be ill-favored by the gods?
reading all these books where no matter how hard, how terrifying,
they are always swept up into an endless love
watching them defy all odds,
or maybe not,
but still cultivating their own infinity.
to be swept off their feet.
are my own made of lead?
is the protagonist not so strong?
why am i not worthy of a fairytale?
it is not from lack of trying, you must believe me.
but here i remain,
rooted in place,
all but anchored to the grass
while dreaming to be in the clouds..
have i brought shame to Aphrodite?
does Hera not see me fit?
why am i to be shunned?
how has love
devotion
escaped me?
if it is to be so,
then i swear here by the gods divine,
if i cannot find my hero to lift me to the heavens,
surely i will find the devil brave enough to walk me through the gates of hell
and all will burn.
