Stupid, Cupid

by ILYSSA

A harsh vision
of cupid
shooting you with an arrow.
the pointy tip
piercing your skin
and blood trickling down your body.

usually, people get hit in the back
and not know what hit them.
leaving the arrow stabbed in their back
as it starts to infect their body
due to the wound that stays open
the deeper you fall in love.

I'm quite different
cause i see my fleshy wound
and i freak out and the site.
not wasting another second and i
pull the thing right out.

i know your game
and you wont get the best of me.
I'm not stupid,
Cupid.

Submission date : 2009-11-17

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