Oh Aphrodite,

Goddess of Beauty and Love,

how you've cheated me so,

how you have torn my heart so many a time

and beaten me black and blue.

And yet, I still come to you, Sweet Goddess,

begging for more

asking to be beaten and hated once again.

So many times I've fallen in love with you

only to have you whisper such beautiful words to me

things I've dreamed and longed to hear.

I give my heart to you,

Oh Goddess,

and willingly bare my very soul

to you and only you.

But this is not enough to sate you,

my Hungry Lover,

and you look for more in others who court you

and find something in them I lack.

You go to them in the dead of night

and leave me alone

cold with fright,

to wonder why I come to you each day

begging for heart ache

and awful pain.

You return to me each morning

to beat me with your words, the things you have done,

until I cry for the loss of you,

beautiful Goddess.

You rip out my very heart

my soul

and crush it under your heals

delighting in the blood that gushes forth,

and the pain upon my brow.

Then you leave me,

alone in pain,

to try and mend the heart you've broken again.

I prick my finger

and mend this broken heart of mine

with a crimson thread,

attempting to make a more sturdy home

for us to live in.

I learned to harden my heart against you

and your crafty ways,

but it wasn't enough to keep you at bay.

Your shining hair

and sweet smell,

attracted me like a butterfly,

and once again I fell into your spider trap.

How awful it was this time,

how much I fell for you,

Honey tongued Goddess,

the way I loved you...

I don't know if I could do it again.

I wanted you for all your faults

for every single mistake,

I was willing to forgive everything - to kiss away your pain.

Yet, like all the other times I've ever been with you

you took my heart and killed it

by doing what you always do.

Never good enough for you.

Baby,

my love doesn't mean that I'll give my maidenhood,

to give my only treasure,

to a tainted Goddess like you.

No, my soul means more than that.

I'm starting to see what you really are this time

a venomous snake,

an evil aura.

Maybe one day,

Goddess of mine,

you'll learn to love me for what I am:

a simple little child,

and not want more then what I'm willing to give.

So for now,

break my heart

cheat on me,

make me cry,

and I'll wait for the day when you'll be mine.