Thrice


They say death comes in threes
And love has killed me three times.
I am Lazarus and Odin,
I am Persephone
But I won't come back this time.
Yes, I could fly
But I like the sinking.
I sink like Osiris,
I am Lemminkainen
Dionysus has seen death and couldn't stop drinking
I am too drunk to follow Truth's direction

I can't make it right, I'm all that is left
I was whole and can bring charges to some for theft
And ask for the life of the one responsible for my death
Who has denied me thrice in one breath.
I'll be honest, my lovers maimed me but I committed suicide
I'm not as strong as Mother to spring back from winter
So don't look at me and decide I deserve life
My crimes are heinous and death still too good for a sinner

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This poem uses metaphors of mythology to illustrate the pain I feel from heartbreak.