Love secret
love’s aim
come closer
stand still.
I’m caught and mesmerized
by your bright beautiful eyes
I whisper the forgotten words
all while perfectly still
pressed hard against you
your lovely statue.
I let Cupid take his shot
I’m afraid
by all his arrows
lodged all around.
The torment
I miss you
even though
your perfume I smell.
Cupid takes aim
he swore he’d gotten better
he wasn’t lying
no, not this time
because here I lay
mortally wounded
in love with a girl
I swore
I wouldn’t love.
The blood is draining
soon replaced with
that awful ache inside.
I’ll now require
her love and
attention to detail
most of all though
when I’m fully gone
it will forever be
me and my inner voice
devoted to the girl now.
Happy Valentines Day,
Lover,
you got your wish
from Cupid and his
fucking arrow.
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