I romanticized you
to the point where
the knives you pressed
into my skin
began to look
like Cupid’s arrows.

I romanticized you
to the point where
the knives you pressed
into my skin
began to look
like Cupid’s arrows.

I romanticized you
to the point where
the knives you pressed
into my skin
began to look
like Cupid’s arrows.

I romanticized you
to the point where
the knives you pressed
into my skin
began to look
like Cupid’s arrows.