Know what?
I’m sick of you
Shot me with your arrow
And now I’m hurt
Fine.
It was okay at first.
Flowers and singing birds
Happiness in the air.
But she’s gone now and I feel hollowed out.
Don’t toy with me please
It hurts too much.
Love is just a crutch.
Too much to bear.
Never strike me with your arrow again
So I can beat in peace
Please
