the god of war was never your favourite.
always screwing over us mortals
screwing over the gods
screwing aphrodite.
yet still you fancied yourself an Ares
this hulking beast of a deity
significant, present, strong, powerful
yet not loved
you were certain no one ever could
when even your goddess took more lovers in your bed
than you took lives on her battlefield
you believed with a wave of your fist the world around you would erupt into chaos
and the already present chaos of the world around you
was somehow your fault.

truth is, you’re obviously no god.
but you’ve still started a war inside me
i look at you and i see cities crumble, mountains melt, and the sky slide into the seas.
the lamb loving lion is too limp for what this is
it’s a blade of grass infatuated with the sun
i am not so significant but she is the reason i can live
i will never kiss a solar flare but i imagine the burn would be the same if i pressed my bloodied lips against yours
i set my skin alight with matches and engine oil so i know what it would feel like to touch you
i would wade through the river styx and back if
just for a second
you’d let me drown in you.

but Ares was known for his temper
and it would be my mortal sin to forget the fire in your skull as well as in your skin
i’ve never craved that soul shaking heart breaking orgasm faking kind of love that aphrodite brings
but i would let hades carve your love letters into my ribs to give me one more reason to breathe

we are not gods.
we are flesh,
we are blood,
we are human
and one day we’ll die and i don’t know if we’ll get to heaven
but if we do
i know they’ll answer the gates with
“we’re sorry, but your gods don’t live here any more”
we’ll be left standing at the edge of the clouds
and i think we’ll go tumbling over
but
it doesn’t matter
i’ve learned falling doesn’t hurt so hard when it’s in love.