Mythology

About this one I can only say that sometimes the soul of poetry is hyperbole.

You wanted a new name.

I suggested something Greek,

no nothing like Hercules,

you were not that strong.

But something more obscure

something from a deep philosophy

or a name charged with mythology.

You wanted something that fit in

with all the modernity of your tattoos

I guess that's because we live in different worlds.

Me, an anachronism paired against your punk

your ever-present attempt for attention

to be the life of the party drinking a best friend's breast milk.

I guess there are too many pieces in us that are the same,

and I love that we understand that about each other.

Fuck, I think after a week you could break my heart.

Only a tiny crack, I haven't given you all of it,

but I want to. You are my mythology.

I'm not interested in falling for you, I've done that enough.

I am interested in the part of you that is like coming home.

We barely know each other, and we want the same things.

You offered your unconditional love for a text message.

Every atom in me screamed for it, my rational mind said

"It is too soon for this. Play it off. Don't let him know."

I want it. You are my mythology.