Fired from Cupid’s gun,
you’re like a bullet that hurtles towards me,
penetrating my chest, piercing my heart.
Stopping its beating, halting me in my tracks.
Blood is flowing and I’m already becoming numb.
How is this possible?
I’m breathing but I can’t seem to feel anything.
Only that constant throbbing ache
where the bullet pierced tender flesh.
Can love be this painful and numbing?
Removing your senses even when you’re still
Can’t dislodge the bullet inside me,
for I’m afraid when it’s gone it will kill me.
– The Elusive Scribe 040213-