he reminds me of atlas
world resting on his shoulders
waiting for the day his knees will crush
under the weight of his guilt
he whispers his apologies like a hymn
there's no love in staying with him
for he is burdened with the sky you cannot hold
he reminds me of hades
lurking in the shadows
pressing his pomegranate seeds in his palms
waiting for the day
his persephone arrives
he whispers his apologies like a hymn
there's no love in keeping her there
for she was born to bring out the spring
he reminds me of apollo
blinded in his love
drowning in his sorrows
he whispers his apologies like a hymn
there's no love in bringing him back
for hyacinthus is dead
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PoetryA WATTYS SHORTS WINNER: POETRY CATEGORY #1 in Poems #1 in Poetry A collection of poetry about the most powerful feeling in the world. Love hurts, but love heals. Love shatters, but love fixes what's broken. Cover by @salemkeating
