I think Cupid messed up.

He pulled an arrow,

shot it without thinking.

Now I’m outta luck.

Eyes that linger, snaking around,

hissing toxicity, for crying out loud-

Cupid, why did I have to be found?

Cupid, next time, hide me in the ground.

Poison leaks from their lips,

taunting me, with a monster’s kiss-

why on Earth, had it come to this?

Cupid, Cupid, if only you’d missed…

Struck by an arrow, join the club,

but this time, I think Cupid really messed up.