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The Calm Aug 2016
Boy you better run!
Cupid''s got his aim on you, and he doesn't have an arrow, he has a gun
To put a couple bullets in you,
Yet people say that love's supposed to befun
Son! Get outa there as fast as you can
Duck and dodge, bob and weave, it doesn't have to go according to plan
Because you won't like the mess when it all hits fan
So , run, run as fast as you can

Cause remember you've been shot before, you've been in that cycle, youve seen That love is the poison, and love is the cure
You've had your heart and mind battle, but every time the dust settles, the picture is so obscure
Funny how something so priceless can leave so many lost and impure.
So, be sure, not to look too deep into her eyes
Cause yourself you might despise , cause you missed the disguise
You are pretty smart, but smarter men have been unwise as they stared into the galaxy found in her eyes
Cupid pierces your unguarded chest
With a beautiful, poisoned arrow
And so you think you’re in love
But then the potion wears off
And you’re bleeding out
Of that open wound
Left unattended
That you call
A broken
Heart
I love her very much,
I love her very much,
I love her very much,
The same phrase repeating itself

Her eye catching garments and all her scars
All her sweet sweet words from honeyed tongue
Those warm cozy moments spent on Saturday nights
The pizza filled laughter we both shared in the couch

All of these intoxicating moments
We both shared from the kitchen to the door
From clothes to the floor and the open windows
From notes to text messages- we all shared

Then I see for the first time in my blinded love
I was Cupid's target practice
The impish face of his laughing at my demise
The arrows broken in my poor chest

Lies lies lies, all of it had been nothing- but lies
From the way she dressed, from every kisses
Every time she opens the door or window
Blowing smoke into the open air

Every single laughter shared masked in deep hate
Every single slice we shared taken with disgust
Every time we get naked  she pukes out her guts
Every single time! Every single moment in a time.

It all was just what it was...lies...
Lies from one of Cupid's mistakes
Lies from one I loved and then hate
Lies made for the Target Practice
Thinking about the sad fate my friend faced the other day. Poor guy he is. Anyways, whoever here felt as though Cupid played them hearts?
Okay, Cupid, tell me true-
The hell'd I ever do to you?
You flap about, your bowstring drawn
Aiming just to lead me on.

"Oh, she's the one!" You always say,
And with a 'thwip', arrows away!
And when it hits, right in my heart,
Proceeds to tear the world apart.

And then you just flutter away,
No doubt thinking "good job, today!"
But Cupid, sir, you fail to tell
That my poor heart is in for hell.

Now, love is grand, don't get me wrong,
But never seems to last for long.
Those arrows you're so fond to fire
Are sometimes too quick to expire.

So, Cupid, mate, step up your game,
Or redirect your blasted aim.
If love is such a complex trick,
Don't shoot at me you little *****!
Seriously. Guy's a ****.
I let Cupid carelessly aim an arrow at an apple on my head.
I never thought about how all of the targets he hit may have been accidents.
About what it would be like to pull the arrow out of my chest.
I couldn't stop the bleeding
and he didn't know how to patch it.
I realized then the dangers of putting your heart in the center of a crossfire
hoping,
hoping
the child with the arrow would spare it.
N Jun 2016
An overcrowded bus;
my elbow touching yours.
Pretty-eyed gem,
I say to myself as you look up to me.

In the background I can hear Etta James singing and teasing--
*At last, my love has come along...
Moji K Jun 2016
find my
lover

suddenly my heart
is torn asunder

every night this
dream

playing heartstrings
like a harp

what was
ink

now set
in stone

on wings of
unrequited love

she flies to the
left

and straight on
until morning
ZL Jun 2016
dear cupid,
did I ignore you when you wanted to play?
starved you and sent you own your way?
perhaps, I broke you heart...
or rejected your love?
perhaps I never noticed you floating above...

maybe I didn't play with you when we were young?
maybe you think I'm too rigid?
Incapable of fun.
Whatever it is,
Deep down I am Sorry,
but cupid you must understand,
*I need somebody
I can hear the string stretch
As I pull the arrow and aim
I never miss, they say
But truly, my arrows waste

I will always be not at fault
See, the arrows needed are two
Connected like strings it pull
The two lovers until they fall

I am the god of love but I never create love
I am the builder of bridges
That let two beings become one
But see, it is not my fault.

The connection let them see
A way to love only a few heartbeats away
But in the midst of the birth of love
They break the knot and part ways...
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