You stand before me like an ancient hero 

beseeching some variety of unfriendly divinity

Bold, unabashed, determined, focused. 

 

But you talk, and your hands are nervous 

and fumble and your voice trembles and all of a sudden - 

I remember everything I like about you. 

 

You, brave, prodding, ask Me for the impossible

"Can't we still be friends?" 

- No. - 

 

But today you're Odysseus, Helen, even Aeneas

and are not about to give up just yet. 

You'll do anything: 

any labor or trial to win my favor. 

Honeyed words clot my ears. 

 

I feel like one of the wronged war gods: steely, vindictive, hard. 

You laugh and call me stubborn, 

I try to look at you and feel nothing. 

 

I'm Juno the Avenger, nursing an Eternal Wound 

in my chest.

I weild the power to stay a thousand ships. 

I want to smite you here and now. 

There's no Jove to stop me. 

I'm petty. 

Words itch to come out. 

I want to say something unforgiveable. 

 

But what good would that do? 

You'll spin a thousand little tales, 

go to Hell and Back 

do Anything and Everything 

Except be with me.