aphrodite, eros, psyche, and hedone.
she sits in her bed, frail and weak.
her son stays awake, trying to help her while ruining himself.
she blinks, her once scorching eyes now glossy yet keeps their color. her old beautiful hair doesn't flow like it use to but stays as vibrate and full.
his once glowing wings and witty smile now show less passion and more devotion.
his darts once used to make others fall in love stay still upon the ground.
love never died, it just became ill.
she watches her husband and mother-in-law. she can only help so much.
she cannot heal like he, she can only hold.
she knows they won't die.
love cannot die,
but it can become ill.
love is ill. the soul is alone. joy is neglected.
the child stares. feels nothing, there's nothing to feel.
she falls into curiosity without him.
he closes his eyes as he holds his mother hand.
love never dies,
it's just become ill.
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I FORGOT TO POST THIS SO UH
HAPPY (late) VALENTINES DAY
YOU ARE READING
☆ an enby and their thoughts ☆
Humoryeah i might be an idiot with adhd but CAN YOU DO THIS? (starts coughing uncontrollably bc i forgot my allergy medicine)
