The arrow of the anti-cupid, a shard of black rose
to linger sullen thoughts that seep within and turning red cold.

Let its petals fall on thoughts of togetherness,
suffocating the light that lingers between each other.

And when the last petal falls it is a tear that descends
that which once was now runs out no longer withheld.

Extinct in a heart that once it did hold, now only silent
As he smiles. another rotten fruit fallen from the heart.