Dear Cupid

Dear Cupid,

Fuck off, stop pointing your arrows at me

And leaving me open to make a fool of myself

By only shooting me, but not the other person

Leave me alone Cupid, I’m tired of your games

I’m exhausted from being the target

While the other person doesn’t feel the same

Fuck you Cupid, stop messing with my heart

I don’t want to be your masochist, to be broken more apart

Point your arrows elsewhere, and let me live in peace

Your aim has been wrong every time, I’m begging for release

This one caught me by surprise, and hurt more than I’d expected

You seem sadistic towards me, setting me up for rejections

Go away Cupid, I’ll not be your toy anymore

Keep your arrows in their sleeve, and point your bow not at me

You’ve not been kind to my heart, Cupid

And I’m walking away from you now Cupid, so please just leave me be

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Aurora Victoria WindDancer

Poet, Priestess, Songwriter, Singer, Mother, Mystic, Magician, Music Maker, Tantric, Teacher, Student, Aspiring Author, Playwright-In-The-Making, Ritualist, Thespian, and writer of esoteric musings about Life, Love, The Universe, and why people do the strange things we do.

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