When The Gods Are Jealous

Immortal Ones laugh and dance and play. They are blessed with beauty, intelligence, power. Everyday is the same as the last. The don't mind as long as they get what they want. They always get what they want.

Mortal ones work and toil and age. They are lucky to be blessed at all. Everyday brings different obstacles and opportunities. They don't mind even if they don't get what they want. They never get to choose.

Then I met you. The immortal ones were jealous of your strength, so they made you weak. The immortal ones were jealous of you beauty, so they made you ugly. The immortal ones were jealous of your intelligence, so they made you dumb. The immortal ones were jealous of your grace, so they made you awkward.

But I met you and that didn't matter. Your weakness became my heart. Your ugliness became my soul. Your slow mind became my body. Your awkwardness became my smile.

We made something the gods were jealous of. She had ten toes and ten fingers. A smile that would have shone brighter than the sun. She would have been stronger than the gods combined. But the gods always get what they want.

Our love brought heaven to Earth. The gods were jealous. They took our heaven and replaced it with hell. The gods now enjoy what we made. They always get what they want.