Two

There are 2 types of men in my life.

Theseus, the handsome adventurer, the rake, the man for whom I would and do sacrifice myself. The man who inevitably abandons me for another adventure, another woman, while I sleep unaware.


Dionysus, another rake, the man who turns me into a Muse. The man who uses me for poetry, while pretending to save me. The man who does indeed love me but who also flits off for further adventure.

And in the end, I, like Ariadne, forget my own gifts.