Sometimes I think about Electra, the most beautiful,
about her flawless body,
her burning smile,
her melting gaze,
her still-long, ever changing red hair,
and the way her face lit up last time I saw her.
But it wasn't because she saw me that she was smiling;
no, it was because she wore a mask
that the boys fell in love with,
like a black hole of nothingness
sucking in every part of you,
against every part of you.
Sometimes I think about Calypso, the seductress,
about her shortness,
her cute, natural smile,
her seemingly innocent gaze,
her once-long, now short, blonde hair,
and the way her face used to light up every time I saw her.
But it wasn't because she saw me that she was smiling;
no, it was because she too wore a mask
that made you feel as if you were the center of everything
but really she reversed the effect;
she only played until she got what she wanted.
She loved you as far as she could throw you.
Sometimes I think about Daphne, the unobtainable,
about her slim build,
her enchanting smile,
her blush-inducing gaze,
her once-long, now short, brown hair,
and the way her face lit up every time I saw her.
But with wasn't because she saw me that she was smiling;
no, it was because she wore the mask
that the I, unwillingly, fell in love with
because she was unobtainable
and she was incapable of loving me.
But a brother, but a friend;
yet not a brother nor a friend.
