So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself

We're so broken inside
that we're suspicious of
everything that makes us happy.

Cupid
cherub of love
you pierced me with your arrow
but instead of hitting my heart
you stabbed my vein
and I was gone

I was not struck with patient love
or kind love
or splendid love
but a love sickness that became a vice
in the shape of him

so today, dear Cupid
retract your arrow from inside me
set me free
let this be my rock bottom
of this, I plea