Aphrodite you
Bitch. I’ve always known
You were hateful but
This is spiteful. I
Didn’t ask for your son to shoot
Me. His arrow making a kebob
Out of my heart. Making me a
Meal for another
Person to inhale
At their will or worse
At my own. I knew
Love was blind, but you’re plucking out
My eyeballs not giving me a choice
On this and I probably can’t
Stop you from taking
My time. Maybe I
Shouldn’t be cursing
You out but I feel
Like you left me without a chance
At winning this delicate game that
I’ve become like Psyche victim
Of your wraith. Only
To feel a longing
For a touch never
Know, felt, or received.