it has been three damn years
and yet I still cannot believe I led myself straight
into the lion's den.
your golden locks so alluring
making me want to run my fingers through it
making me want to submit my entire self to you
you were my God
(I was never a good catholic and even today the title feels
foreign and strained on my blasphemous tongue.)
you said I was your goddess
but somehow the way you tended to be cold and indifferent towards me
convinced me otherwise.
it planted the seed
planted the idea that I was not your goddess but just a mere mortal
trespassing onto your mt. Olympus.
you were a lion and I was the prey
so ferocious, so cunning
and I gave myself so willingly so pathetically
for your satisfaction
all I wanted was your love
and you couldn't even give me that, you gave me half-hearted I love you's
while you turned around and said the same sweet nothings in
the other's ear.
but how could I be such a fool?
for I was the other woman at one point too
I should've seen it coming, then.
I should've known that I would never trust again I would always doubt
the love others claim to feel for me
I should've known that you were not capable of reserving a piece of your heart for me.
how could you? for I was a mere mortal back then
but honey, times have changed and I've learned
I've learned from my mistakes
(at least I hope I have for bad habits are tough to break)
yes, I led myself into the lion's den.
no, it did not kill me.
