too much

i was too much of a woman for
you, too strong, too independent,
i am goddess who for a moment,
pitied the mortal down below.
i placed a crown of thorns
around your head and allowed
you to sip my nectar, ambrosia
once dripped from your mundane lips.
heaven was at your fingertips
yet you choose to wander
through my gardens–the greener,
the promises of tomorrow
seemingly more important than
my love.

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