Cupid, the god of love. He supposedly helps two fall for each other deeply, sort of. Cupid draws back his arrows and lets his arrows flow, straight to the lovers heart but there's my problem.
Cupid let his arrows flow piercing my heart and only scraping my "lover". There I laid arrow penetrating my chest. The wound is so big yet it only stings at first maybe because I became numb.
I waited for lover to come save me from this pain yet it perceives to me that his scrape is far more important and needs to be tended to first rather than the dying girl who took and arrow
for my love towards him. I feared that once I pull the arrow out of my heart, that still beats for him, I would bleed out and die. My lover had no problem pulling it out for me.
He kissed my shivering lips and squeezed my pale hands as I smiled as wide as I could showing him and possibly even my self that I was strong.
He whispered that he would never hurt me yet yanks the arrow out of my heart like it was a man proving his worthiness pulling a sword out of a stone.
He pulled and tugged while looking for another victim Cupid could hurt. I bled out finally realizing my blood didn't deserve to be looked upon by his eyes.
The tears that dripped down my red eyes staining my cheeks should've never been wasted on someone who only got scraped by Cupid. I deserved someone who would take and arrow with me.
and for that I say fuck Cupid and his stupid arrows.