Lesson: Lemons are Sour.

So another failed love affair to add to the mess I call my heart.
I'm not looking for forever, I just want a smile.
But everyone's been crippled by someone else's axe.
Zeus was premature to be so involved, we split ourselves
The only love I've ever known denies my memory to ease his pain
I accept my demonic mask as the resevoir of my feeling lasts
overly poetic language dulls the screams of "why"
my feelings are stifled by my language, trite and meaningless
I tend to drown in whatever body of water I find myself drinking from