With your back facing my direction,
I stalk your affection.
I imitated your beloved complexion,
Hoping to be used as your reflection.
You were Narcissus and I was the rejection,
Ophelia's faithful resurrection.
Drowning your perfection,
Love was never the drink of my selection,
It was merely a symptom of our withdrawal's projection.
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An Ode to Muses to Kleio
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, lust, betrayal, and a dash of rage. Bonus points if you're a Greek mythology fan! Written from a female perspective, it goes through the motions of complicated relationships, cheating, longing, and moments of pa...
