A/N: Don't crucify me I know it's been a minute. My other stories have yet to be updated I just didn't have the time. On the plus side I have been taking a class that has helped me improve my writing so that will certainly help. I honestly forgot how to format this stuff, which is a testament to how long it's been. I have taken a liking to poetry so you can review or favorite to tell me if you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians just the poem and the plot.
Chapter 1:
She was angry.
No, angry was a word to simple to describe precisely what she was feeling. A feeling she desired not to feel. A feeling she wanted taken from her. Seeing Jason with Piper was far too much for her to handle. She saw them around camp holding hands and smiling at each other as if they were the only beings in existence. Why did she have to fall for him? Why did she torture herself? Why did she attempt to move on only to fall for another with a heart that was accounted for? These love games were too much for her to handle.
She couldn't win.
She played the game relentlessly, fought with all she had, only to lose what she put forth. Of all that had broken her heart he was the worst. He was the worst because she really tried to give him all that she had. He was the worst because he acted like he cared. Like he didn't just rip out her heart and make her watch as it stopped beating. Like he didn't know that she had really loved him. There was no other that she could feel this for, they are merely a distraction. A distraction from what she was looking at right now.
It was truly disgusting. They were sitting there and holding hands and talking as if he wasn't in the wrong for stringing me along with him and refusing to let me free of his grasp. Anytime they're around it's impossible for me to focus, impossible for me to keep my tears in control. It made my life a living Hades.
I regret ever letting my guard down. I regret leaving myself naked before him. It wasn't something I allowed many to do, but him. I chose him. The one I never should've trusted. Anyone would've been better, for example Leo. Oh how I hate him. (Leo I mean, I do hate Jason, but...I was referring to Leo. Back to the dramatic monologue.)
He wasn't the first to do this. I have been strung along and cast away for as long as I could remember. I was never anyone's first choice. No one ever really cared. They wanted me for the attention, the control. It may not have been the first time, but I can tell you one thing:
It will be the last.
Is it worse to be lied to or deceived?
Some think they're the same
But what I've come to know
They're only similar
Lies are based in words
They say one thing and mean another
I thought I saw the truth in your eyes
But you were really Judas in disguise
Deception is based in action
You act one way and are another
Though this is much worse
It's what you did to me
Every day I felt horrible
I dragged my head along with me
With my heart ripped out
As I clutched it to my chest
I held on for dear life
For I wanted you to have it
But I knew you didn't want it for the right reasons
As I hoped that you would
For you it's a spectacle
Like a circus or carnival
You could devour it and go elsewhere
To feast on the heart of another
But you thought I was the same
As the others who only used you
You didn't consider my uniqueness
My feelings pure and true
You aren't the first who seeked to devour me
To snuff the fire from my eyes
Though some have taken from the flame
The fire still remains
I let you take from the bricks of my wall
That I have built to protect myself
But never all
First you must give yourself
To me, it is necessary
But it's what you would never do
Now my wall will be stronger than ever before
To protect myself from you