1. I was still holding onto a war the size of Troy in my arms, and I never quite let it go.
2. You hated the way you glimpsed Artemis once too often in my eyes, my hair, my manner.
3. We tricked each other into thinking we were Gods when we were both only human.
4. We ruined each other and called it love.
5. We played hide and seek with our loyalties one too many times.
6. You wanted Aphrodite and I was too much like Artemis.
7. One of us had a softer heart than the other.
8. We took turns being the victim and the abuser.
9. You kept planting flowers of hope inside me but then kept destroying them in your anger.
10. I wore my temper like Persephone and always caused a small natural disaster.
11. …and I always left you alone in the aftermath to pick up the pieces.
12. We both walked into this thinking the other could heal us.
13. I am beautiful broken but you thought fixing me would make me prettier.
14. You chose me when you saw my hunger. My hunger never left us, no matter how much you fed me love.
15. We wanted to be the River Styx to each other, hoping to give each other invulnerability, but all we became was Acheron, the river of woe.
16. You loved me in a language I never took the time to learn.
17. We weren’t meant to drag each other out of our own wreckage, yet we did it over and over again.
18. Every woman around you began to look like Medusa to me due to my insecurity.
19. Some loves were not planted in the right soil to grow.
20. I carried too much of my mother and grandmother’s anxiety in my heart and you carried too much of your father and grandfather’s impatience in your spirit.
21. We turned our relationship into a burden we held on our shoulders the way Atlas holds the world.
22. You wanted glory the way Achilles craved it before he left for Troy.
23. We both tasted once too often of tragedy that we never spoke of.
24. You eventually began to taste damage in my kisses.
25. I eventually became myself - Wild and volatile - and you didn’t like her enough to stay.
26. Loving you became as difficult and unrelenting as the twelve tasks of Hercules.
27. We had too many wounds from too many battles that had not healed right to make this work.
28. In the end, you were Apollo and I was Icarus, plummeting into an ocean made of death because you had melted my wings.
29. In the end, there were no Gods to save us. We had killed them all.
Nikita Gill, 29 Ways We Turned Our Love To Hate