I have been his target practice
For quite some time now

He has shot his love arrow
At me thrice to this day

He has witnessed me get lost
In the eyes of another
Seen the hidden gestures of love
Under tables, in abandoned places

He has smiled and smirked at me
Gush and blush over the wonderful beings
He aimed at just for me

And then he would do it

When he sees I have finally
Reached the point of no return
When my heart has invested more than I can offer

He does it

He pulls the arrow right out of the back of my partner
And somehow always forget to remove mine

So  here I am
Still stuck with three arrows

Three arrows
I cannot take away