Dear Love,

I am a dove.

No I don’t mean literally

I  mean in a war between the sheets

I become a symbol of peace waving my white flag

Of surrender to appeal to his compassion.

But when my glass heart shattered under the pressure

Of his hypocrisy and his broken promises,

He scolded me for the mess.

Those three words that every girl

Wants played on a continuous loop like a broken record

Became a Siren pulling me farther out to the depths

Of the sea of incompetence, and I drowned in it.

I became one with it, taking mountain after mountain 

Of deception into my lungs and embracing it. 

Emotionally he became a kiddie pool rich with an

Infection of the heart, necrotic and terminal.

For I became the Mariana Trench, depth and

Complexity almost endless. 

He could not dive two meters into my ocean

Of desire and affection without gasping for an

Ounce of relief from my waves. 

How does one do that?

Bow to a Goddess than forsake her in the 

Name of external satisfaction?

Perhaps one will never know.

But as for my dear wanderers,

Bless the Goddess, and she shall bless you.