
dear Adonis
when you see this
I hope you understand.
i know you were
a conquerer
but i am not your land
am not your Queen
I never was
and never will I be
have you not seen?
the way the shores
call me to the sea
and I will go
will follow
she's already by your side
to dry your tears;
tomorrow
is taken by the tide
and by the fall
the name you call
will have vanished in the sand
and i refuse
to have to choose
between pride and a man
so Adonis
remember this--
was not love;
i was never your land.