a/n: poetry for yew
"she'll be invisible like you want her
she'll try to do everything right just for you"
-now, now / school friends
your first kiss (with her) was wild and amazing and everything you'd thought it could be, her fingers ghosting down your spine with the gentlest of spiderweb touches, blonde hair whipping around your heads, her dress a flimsy curtain and a blanket and you were grabbing her and lifting her up like something to be revered, her eyes oh-so wide and so dangerous and you were both teetering
and you said
"i love you forever and ever"
her name, calypso, lingered on your tongue like a dance; she was all arms out, waiting, and you refused to move, your tenacity admirable but unexcusable, and there she sat, those fragile nothings leaking from her glassy eyes
as you left
her standing like the leaning tower of pisa
on those windblasted shores
the wind at your back
her eyes at your neck
carving out rivulets of something that could have been
into your suntanned skin
she is your girlfriend but she also isn't
she's out to impress for egotistic reasons
blooming narcissus
toga unfurled like a sail
sultry lashes
burning holes into your chest
as she digs revenge into your all-too pliable flesh
mouth shaping
a promise
it was sacrilege, yes
to leave her
with naught but a hope wedged in her throat
choking with those bitter spur-of-the-moment lies
you so cleverly concocted
in her bedsheets
fingers entwined
there is one word and one word only that booms in tartarus, when annabeth screams and you cannot reach her
her pretty lips, shaping the foul syllables:
"bastard."
