All This Time You Hated Me, Ethan Chen

With absolute certainty

I know I read all the signs right.

I felt my destination pulling at me.

I followed the signs and I followed them all.

They pointed to a particular destination.

To a place with doves and cupids.

I expected a lot,

but not all of this.

There weren’t just doves and cupids.

There were Aphrodites and Heras, too.

Into the lovely chasm, I had fallen

And there I wanted to be for all of time.

I didn’t care if it was naive

To think that it was all perfect.

I knew how I felt, after all,

I’ve never felt it with anyone before you.

I should have been smart enough

To see all the other signs.

The big signs that were tiny.

The ones I knew would be hated.

Suddenly, I was ripped away

From the wishful domain of Isis.

Now, all I can remember is

“It wasn’t you. It was me.”