Mythology of Loneliness

It’s easy to lure sailors in

with a siren’s song

it’s what I’ve always done

it’s easy to reel them in

with the Machiavellian melody of

red lipstick and Robert Frost quotes

the cadence of raspy vibrato

and the aroma of blue roses

Every nail painted

Every word calculated

It’s always so easy

and we dance for a while

they twirl me around

enchanted by my pirouettes

And we drink the wine

and we watch old films

and it’s beautiful

for a time

but alas

nothing gold can stay

and I take the road less traveled

I become too much

too hard to reach

too deep

too far under the sea

buried in Davy Jones' Locker

And they sail away

to the other side of the world

and drop the memory of me off the edge of it

I’m alone

again

Some women fear that they’re not enough

I fear that I’m too much

But not for him

He wandered over all by himself

I didn’t have to sing a single note

there were no more cadences to whisper

he made me want to speak the truth

there was no upper hand

so I grabbed onto his

I started living in my body

instead of in my shadow

He stormed by beach

and took away my suffering

He never left

no matter how hard it got

He stayed when I lost my voice

and he helped me get it back

When I got dragged down too deep

he dove to the bottom of the sea to find me

He helped guide me to the surface

He helped me remember how to swim.

-Mythology of Loneliness