Atlas.

You are not the first
To awake with a nymph,
Floating on your chest:
You certainly won’t be the last.
You be Prometheus,
And I’ll pull your heart out,
And he’ll be my Atlas,
And hold up my world.
I’ll be Pandora,
Since you gave me a box
And handed me the key.
Oh! I am cursed and floundering
In a Sea of uncertainty,
Like driftwood and jetsam.
Apologies are useless
When the damage is done.
I have let Hope out of the box;
I cannot hope for forgiveness.
Atlas, I cannot live without you,
I cannot see without eyes,
And no surprise that I’m lonely,
Destined to search hopelessly
For arms to belong in,
Since yours are holding the Sky,
And I find a comfort of sorts
In those of another lie,
“I’m not like other guys.”
Well, I’m not like other girls
Who believe you because
I cannot believe you won’t hurt me,
So I’ll kiss others and
Become a sort of lover.
I tear myself down because you refuse,
I am used and I use,
I am damaged goods
With a busload of baggage.
I do not know where I’m going,
And it hurts too much to think
Of where I’ve been
With this one who loved me
And that one who shoved me.
I’m on to all my tricks
But nobody else can figure them out,
And I shout and I shout!
I realize I’m whispering,
I notice I’m whimpering,
I realize I’m kissing him,
Because you’re what I’m missing.

Reviews

[Moineau]

You have a style of confession in your poetry that makes the reader feel you. It is intelligent without being highbrow or pretentious and I admire that quality. Sometimes when people use their poetry to vent it becomes tedious but you are wise and find interesting ways to make sense of your sorrow. The beginning of this poem speaks to me. I know what it is like to have a nymph in my chest and I also relate to the Sisyphean task of having a tremendous weight thrust upon my shoulders. But you are too young to have so much baggage. All you have to do is drop the bricks. I understand your tricks more than you might know. As long as you wear your heart on your sleeve -- intelligently -- people will see the beauty of your soul. Inspiring.

[Dionysus Cain]

i can see your pain in this poem, it describes it self very well. the phrases you use are really good and really intersting. life will go on in time but never our minds.

[Larissa G.]

I'm still considering my feelings for this.
Overall I do like your style.
However, I do have a complaint about the multitude of old figures mentioned; I think this is a writing that would do better with one or two as a focus.
Also, the modernday busload of baggage doesn't fit. I thought it stood out oddly in this piece of work.
Keep up the work, though; I think it has potential. :)