Letter for you

Bow and Arrows

Cupid is sh*t.Cupid did not enroll himself to archery.
He was just a kid,The son of Aphrodite—
Playing with his bow and arrows irresponsibly—
So don't blame yourself if you have might fall for someone who doesn't love you back.
Sometimes, Cupid misses shots.

It is the moment when we believe that loves comes in the most unexpected time—
Faster than comets run-away from home in the sky;
Explosions of star and not just firecrackers in your axons and dendrite;

Butterflies becomes dragons breathing heavily in your tummy,
The blood full throttles just like warships engaging to attack.
And yet we embraced these arrows as lovers, without knowing that love in revelation,
is a destroyer.
Love comes alluring;Every touch is a sword slaying—
Wounding but won't really get you bleeding.Love has its own anesthesia for pain—

But please hear me—
Don't blame yourself for being vulnerable;
For letting your rib cage open—
Like letting it bloom like a flower during summer,
And letting your fragile heart takes the lead.
And I know,

If had Cupid been responsible enough,
We will never get hurt—
But pain is enough reason to love again and again.

If cupid is responsible enough,Maybe you will never be mine—
And if you're one of Cupid's mistakes,
It was a perfect mistake;
And no matter how sharp you are as an arrow thrown at me,
I'm prepared to accept all the wounds.
I will love you like how Cupid love Psyche.
I will leave my bow and arrows.
I will leave words.
I will stay with you.
You are destined to love a monster, Psyche—
And I am already a monster in the eyes of Venus,
after I choose you over her