A Modern Day Myth

The art of Love
History in the making?
Is Love perhaps the most ancient myth of all?
Created
The mere invention
Manipulated
Morphed
Mastered
And destroyed
Through each epoch
Claiming Eros
For our own errors
But perhaps
It’s the age-old argument:
Who dropped the ball first? :
Adam? or Eve?

In this case

Eros? or Psyche?

Blind sighted by beauty
Cupid tripped
And impaled his own sweet flesh
Simply by the sight of her

Yet

I speak in haste
For their Love was not simple
For Love is not simple
No matter how beautiful the paragon
Desire dances with deceit
Sooner than later
Jealousy and suspicion unveils the truth
Or perhaps the lies
The promises we make
We break
For fear
And find ourselves
Becoming slaves to Love
Performing unimaginable feats
All in the name of
And for the sake of

Love?

Destroying the very thing, which was innocent to begin
Perhaps I oversimplify
But if the God of Love
Sweet Eros himself
If he too
Fled from his one true Love
His Soul
Then I ask again
Is Love
Perhaps
The most ancient myth of all?

My Salutations

You solicited my heart
Manipulated my mind
Persisted with propaganda
That was false
Charged with unyielding passion
Now: Void
I aim to remain
Convicted
The way I was
Before the juggling act
and the magic tricks
then the grand finale
Where you disappear
From sight
From sound
Your whereabouts
Unknown
Even by you

Bittersweet
But the refrain
Does not remain the same
My sweetness has turned sour
I demand redemption
But know not to ask you for answers
Or phone calls
Or communication
Or comfort
Or time off
Or compromise
Or validation
Or understanding

Pointless
Unless perhaps scripted
When the lines are already written
Like these
But
I am not a piece of performance art
And my heart is no longer for sale
So save your solicitation
For someone who is selling