This love-lust curse has always been a thorn in my side

Grotesque was the form it took in my eye.

I never once believed in the love bugs bite.

I learned the hard way of Aphrodite’s might.

She hit me hard on my fifteenth year.

He and I whispered and joked in each other’s ear.

“Romance is Bliss” I kid you not,

But my heart was shattered when my friend all but forgot.

She took my crush aside and held him by his coat

While I was away to fix a story I wrote.

It was a chaste little kiss not meant to hurt,

But I couldn’t stop thinking “My life can’t get any worse.”

Aphrodite hit low on my sheltered heart.

The blow I’ll recover from, but my friendship may not.

Gruesome is how love can sometimes be,

It seems love and lust is not meant for me.

-- Gothic Lust

I couldn't think of a title for this, so I'm going to leave it without one.