oh circe, don't make me fall in love. my brittle heart can't manoeuvre its way through your violent intimacy.

oh circe, I think your golden locks will strangle every last syllable out of my tightening throat till I say those fateful words.

oh circe, I hate your manipulative promises, your drawling lies entice me, excite me, terrify me but I'll lap them up like holy elixirs.

oh circe, your kisses, demonically passionate against my trembling skin violate all my chaste vows and I can't help but fall further in your abyss.

oh circe, you shatter me every time with your siren eyes, your aphrodisiac smiles and all I can do is put bandaids on these broken bones.

oh circe, you are a tale of great devotion and greater ruination.