“Make love, not war,” you said
All detached Libra Air
All glib Gemini Moon
And left me alone and abandoned
With my seventh house Pluto
And my demanding Scorpio Moon.
“These are my rules,” he says
With his Sun square Pluto obssessiveness
And imprisons me
With the lines he draws
Lines I am now afraid to cross.
So here I sit alone and abandoned again
And imprisoned by my own shadow side.