Hel Cry

I can't go on digging roses from your grave

Love...
Is failing.
Cupid is shit at PR.

It seems that
The word out on the street
About love
Is that...
It hurts
It kills
It binds temporarily,
Then in a sudden blinding flash of rage and hurt and pain,
It separates.

Those I hold dear...
Cupid did an okay job with them
Cupid showed them
In the two years prior to this
The joys of love
Even now, Cupid's spell flashes ablaze within the hearts of two
But the rest search for Cupid again
And he remains...
Elusive
Bad PR, man.

Those I hold dear...
Cupid held two of them together in love
Then relaxed his embrace
Thinking they'd stay in that nest of comfort and co-dependence
But the arrows that struck at their heart
Start causing pain
Searing through their being
It ended.
Both now think Cupid's an overrated bitch.

Before this, Cupid and I hardly crossed paths
Or arrows
But it worked well enough for me
I did not need love from Cupid's arrows.
I had a rather Jedi brand of love.
I love all.
I am compassionate to all.
Well, save for a handful of boys from RI
For awhile I thought myself incapable of love
In the Angelina Jolie-Brad Pitt sense
In the blue-eyed boy-brown-eyed girl sense
I didn't need arrows for those

Until a stray one hit me
And I fall in love again.
But it sucks when it happens
While Cupid is shit at PR