wake up

dear cupid,

you have exuded the gods and goddesses of Olympus... their powers devoid by the venom your arrow carries. it is so sweet that everything we see are colors yet so torturing that everything in our world goes bland. i never felt unloved but i never felt too much loved, either. sweet torture, it is. in this month of hearts, i ask for nothing but a love to last. 'coz the last time i loved, love hated me.

>>for him who's too smart not to figure this out:

he says my standards are too high

i say 'you just dont try...'

he says he can never amount to the rest

i say 'there is no rest... only you.'

he says he can never take that higher step

i say 'you're halfway done.'

he says im the one

i say 'im probably just next to your the one'

he says he's letting go.

i say 'just like that? you aint gon fight?'

he says i can get to live my life

i say 'how can i.. if it's not with you?'

he says he's sleeping

i say 'wake up, my one-sided love affair. i super super need YOU.'

if it takes striking a million arrows to get him out of bed, then do it.

if it takes cloning a million other cupids for him to love me again, then charge to my account all the expenses.

CUPID, you who have encompassed them all... hear this cheesy heart's plea.

still pleading,

me