Coffee with Wilde

Bonus: Eros and Freyja

A/N: I can't believe I'm posting this. 

Eros

I must be Psyche

shot by Eros' bow.

The youth in front of me

reaches out a gentle hand, causing the flaming pain in my heart to flare up.

His visage marred by a dark mask set like a stone.

With his everglade eyes unravelling the

pieces of my mind.

Yet Eros does not know

I exist.

His voice falls on the girl beside me

showering her with questions

making my skin crawl

and hide my work in shame and snap at his only question.

Watching his slender fingers caress and hold a book,

wishing it was my face.

Wishing that for once I could stop searching for the one

and find someone who returns

my affections.

His hands run through his lemon hair, his brown eyes flashing whilstlookinginmydirection.

Smiling with his lip

plum like

hopefully sweet.

His shoulders flex as he

leans back, his arms poisoned ready to shoot, again.

I am caught in a sleeping

curse, waiting to be woken,

yet the semblance of normality

still fighting

still working

still function

with an all consuming want for something

whenever my mind strays.

Eros, Eros

notice me

I can be your Psyche

I can be anyone.

Freyja

Beauty is war

On one hand there's the

warrior princess Freyja.

On the other there's WARRIOR Freyja.

Her eyes piercing through my soul and tearing me apart.

Extracting every secret, if I were to look too close.

She is destined to walk the Earth

but deserves the Heavens.

A swan maiden who will escort the dead to life,

she must choose me to save.

Although her presence slays the young unwise boy,

I once was.

Becoming a seasoned lover

who wants to write about the eyebrows of his beloved Helena.

Pull me out of this abyss,

this purgatory of unrequited love.

Address those silken words to me.

The fair hair flows behind you, with such decisiveness

yet silken like your occasional temperament

"You words are like poniards"

yet I still stand like a man at a mark,

Standing in awe of your words,

brutally kind.

Yet to me you are only brutal

like a Siren

enticing me through no fault of your own.

Yet I drown in the sweet forest of your eyes.

Kill me with your sword

You can escort me to Valhalla.

I'm a loser in this battle of love. 

A/N (Pt. 2) Welcome to crappy poetry with Gina, Steph and Athena. I actually wrote this while writing this, and it was mentioned throughout the story. As you can tell I've been studying a lot of English so references are littered everywhere but I wanted to try a different style rather than the slam poem style I'm used to. Hopefully new stuff will be up soon :)