Your love is like an arrow

Laced with poison

My sight was narrow

When I let your voice in

I told myself it was love

It was manipulation

You put me on like a glove

Your affection was my imagination

You made me apologize

For things you did

Writing poems of my demise

How we were never ever friends

And now I’m done

I’m cutting the string

Before you shoot your gun

Remember, it was good for you, but not me.