From what, you ask
From Cupid
You see, to many, he may seem
As a magical being
Bringing two lost souls
To their loving union
But to me, he’s a vicious creature
Who flaunts his power and deceives people
Making you think that he will finally
Shot his arrow in your direction
But aims to the person behind, in front, or besides you
Or points his bow at you, motioning as if he will shot you
And you fall for it walking around
Giving someone your all
And then become heart broken when
The other person does not return the affection
You were so disillusioned that
You did not notice he only had bow
But not the arrow
You looked like someone suffering of side effects
With no medication
Cupid decides when you get hit by his arrow
He’s always had the upper hand
I have decided that I want no part of it
He will no longer play mind games with me
I am taking control of what’s mine
Love shouldn’t be forced upon you
It should come when you are strong enough to deal with it
Love has to be a reward not a punishment
So here I am hiding against the wall in the dark
In a battle field where it’s raining Cupid’s arrows
And until I’m ready I’ll be dodging them and avoid all the sorrow
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