The Day I Shot Cupid
It was a long shot
taken after a major
emotional battle...
A series of thoughts
draining my brain
making me feel less of
a person
because i sold my heart
to Satan, traded it
for what was another woman's
Which never made sense
except for the fact that it felt
good...
You have made me
your emotional bank and you
most treasured scared piece
of flesh that makes my head
spin and my taste buds explode
and when we talk
between forgotten passages
and take walks in deserted gardens
the arrows you hold to the back
of my heart etches deeper
cuts the arteries holding together
my sanity
and bleeds emotions new to
my heart but brings spectacular comfort
and for you I would do
anythings just so you can
touch my hand again
look deep into my eyes
and say those three most
intangible words in ancient English
then I would know
you are the only person who ever
really got to know the true color
of my eyes
but never really saw the fire
you lit in them
And just so to end my insomnia
I will hunt down that bastard of a kid
steal his bow, and plant it deep
into your heart
so you could understand
Why it hurts so much
to love you back
In a way I doubt
you will ever love me in...
Copyright © Neo Bridgette Kitso | Year Posted 2010
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