Love's a Myth.

You’re like a slow drip; never enough to put me under. Drag me like an old mare to the water and leave me to live on edge.
What happens when the intrigue of my mystery is to confusing and my endearing quirks grow annoying?
Poseidon lays wet between us. There’s metal clamoring on the shoreline. Sailors are lost on rocky isles. I can’t distinguish your voice. Are you creaming for me to find you or warning me not to come looking?
I sent you all the smoke signals. Troy will fall and Atlantis is crumbled at the bottom of the sea. There’s no immaculate birth of love to sacrifice for the greater good. Oh, but my veins run dry for you.
You wanted me burning at the stake, accusing loving me malicious sorcery.
I feel so disenchanted. People treat me like Cassandra; making lies of my prophecies.
Because I wear thigh-high stockings and hand-me-down sweaters; you find me wholesome. Little do you know, I’m ready to lay all my mess of mistakes on your floor.  Don’t worry; I forgive when you can’t love me anymore.
You’ve said your piece, now say goodbye.  Don’t forget to put the chairs up and turn down the lights. Love’s a myth in Death’s sweet release.