Aphrodite's garden

I start off like an onion

Layers and layers to be worked upon

I don't open up, out of fear

Because everyone who try to open me up leave with a tear

There was a time when I did believe in love

The whole timeline of finding the one

Scratch that , tear it out, and bin it

Resting on alabaster stone of the temple of Aphrodite

After the fall, I became an onion again

And now, there is no vision of a marriage or wedding ring

So when she boarded my train

The perfect description? Terrified

I am the anti of anything she deserves

Like I am wrongly occupying a seat labelled "reserved"

Emotions have never been my friend

Not when i was a demigod and not now that i have ascended.

Another example of feeling for someone something that cannot be

A drink and everything i tried so much to avoid came rushing in

Now i keep trying to find a remedy

That would stop this from being a tragedy

Aphrodite, scary but with a heart

Loving but decorated with many a scar

Depth in the eyes , easy to get lost in them

Temple for comfy, it's easy to find rest in her linen

As days pass, an expiration date flashes and disappears

Like there is a stop while the train hoots on

Sometimes, the things uttered scare me

Like walking on broken bottles, I feel the need to thread carefully

Subconscious puts up a wall , unwillingly

Apples plucked from her garden, occasionally

She questions my mind objectively

My mind needs its make-up and date with Lady Certainty.