Persephone, she haunts me.
Hades, he fascinates me.
And I, well, I don’t understand me.
She who is everything I am not.
He who is everything I want
And I, who am lost.
I fear her because she knows I don’t.
He knows the opposite holds true for him.
I, well, color me confused.
She is the image in the mirror.
He is the one holding the frame.
I am the one who can’t turn away.
She is May
He is December.
I am the last cold snap at the beginning of June.
I wish I wished I wasn’t.