Why do you betray me when I need you most? You've deserted me. Where are you now as I am plastering myself with names? Naive, stupid, alone, pathetic- I am an effigy to be burned. Born under your planet I should be lucky, but I have no such luck.
I am an imbecile. You should be ashamed of me. In love with love I am, but love is not in love with me. Born Libran, you'd think Love and I would at least be allies, but Love and I always run away from each other or we destroy one another.
I tell you this in confidence, hoping you'd shed some pity upon me. But I know I deserve none. My heart has grown intertwined with thorns, for Love hurts more than any physical pain. I bear scars of love, scars of endurance. You'd think I would have given up by now, but I push on and drive myself into total destruction. But it's worth it, right, Venus? It's worth all the agony, all the misery, and all the pain, isn't it?
For you expel love, and love orbits around you. Why can't I be you?
