Stupid Cupid

Cupid made a mistake.

Pulled the arrow from my back and left me bleeding right where he struck me.

My heart spilled on the floor, hands cradling the puddle of love I used to keep warm with.

Looking up to the heavens, praying angels root wings in the hole he made.

But maybe it wasn’t all that serious,

It’ll mend

It’ll scab, it’ll itch like hell.

And one night you’ll examine my skin and ask me what that’s from.

I’ll tell you it’s a birthmark. A destiny that awaited me since my mother’s womb.

A reminder from the angels that they’re real.

And to never trust that stupid Cupid.