A prayer.

Is it that Aphrodite is curing me, yet again.
Is it that she wants me to feel pain for something I can't have.
Does she want me to suffer this time around?
Did I have the perfect relationship and fuck it up?
And now I can never have what I want?
Why is that?
Or maybe I'm just thinking to much and my curse has driven me over.
Maybe in a sense, she wants me to think it out and figure it out.
Or maybe just a curse.
I want to know.
Is there anything I can't do.
I just want something.
Some reassurance.
My dear Aphrodite, please.
Help me.
One thing.
Tell me it’s a lie.
Or something to live for.
I need something.
Please.
Eros?
The two twindling with the love that I am so unsure about.
Something.
I beg you.
and I will probably get nothing.
But I want something.
A sign.
Please.
I can't think like this anymore.
I don’t want to loose the most perfect thing for me over something I don’t know.
Maybe you aren’t telling me anything because it’s the truth.
Maybe everything I'm thinking is the truth.
And he’s gone forever.
I don’t want him to.
Please, anything but that.
I beg, my most weakest form to you.
I don’t want to lose him again.
Never.
Ever.
Again.

Aren’t my tears enough for you?