Goddesses cry after you

Gods want to be you

You're the embodiment of beauty. Of perfection; Oh how I wish I could be you.

You're an anomaly, a cautionary tale

With a body carved of white marble and luring picturesque speech that I so longed for

only thought to have been shown in lucid dreams of mine,

where hidden longings come out to play apart from reality.

Maybe it's you I'm obsessed with

or

Just maybe,

It's the idea of you I so desired.

Not realizing,

Not knowing then,

that you were- what I thought could only be conveyed in play and in writings-

The fatal flaw

In my

Entire

Plan.

Finished on 8/23/2020 at 1:04 A.M. EST.