Loving me is hard.
I can be loud, I can be annoying,
Yet at times, I'm so quiet and so cold,
like winter snow in the early morning.
Loving me is torture
for those whose love is weak,
for I love like a poet,
Like Orpheus loved Euridice.
My life can be like Hades' realm,
Like the darkest of dark nights,
And yet for Persephone,
It was a place of greatest love.
Like Achilles loved Patroclus,
So strong my love can be,
Yet the tragic ending is almost guaranteed.
Here ya go my first poetry post















