Poem of hurt
2005-07-04 || 11:19 p.m.

Cupid’s arrow has hit me somewhere between the shoulder blades
Not quite fatal as it pierced my lung
Sometimes when I’m near you it’s hard to breathe
But not quite the heartache I was expecting to feel
Thankfully my heart is in perfect condition
A slight irritation sometimes as it beats against the razor tip
Slowly slicing scar tissue which has built up the last month
But nothing major
It hurts sometimes if I lay next to you
Sometimes you press against my chess when I kiss you and it hurts
Sometimes you bump into my arrow and it really hurts
Sometimes I just think about getting shot for the first time in the back
Or was that stabbed
Was it really cupid?
Or was it you

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