Death’s Weapon is Cupid’s Arrow.

It’s okay to love when you know how, its a punishment when you don’t.

Love.

The only punishment worse than death.

You become it,

you become that emotion and lose yourself.

It consumes your soul and spits out

a shadow of your past self,

turns you into a blind fool.

I hate how since you came into my life

I’ve become a parasite leeching

off my addiction of you.

I hate how I look up at the stars and

think not of the vast wonder of creation

but of how it could never compare to your beauty.

I’d rip my flesh open just so you could

take my beating heart whole,

as without you there is no point of a heart,

no point in having something that only beats for you.

Author's Note

is this cringy?