Prose & Cons

why am i covered in arrows and you're holding the bow?

In this enigmatic tableau, a scene unfurls,
Where arrows pierce, and I hold the bow's embrace,
A riddle of emotions, a mystifying swirl,
Let me unravel the layers, truth to chase.

The arrows that adorn your fragile frame,
Are but the wounds of love's piercing sting,
A testament to a heart once aflame,
Now marked by sorrow, longing's painful zing.

The bow I grasp, a symbol of my sway,
The power to release love's pointed dart,
But know, dear one, I'm not the cause of dismay,
Rather a vessel through which emotions impart.

For in this dance, two players intertwined,
Love's archery becomes a complex game,
Sometimes the shooter, sometimes the resigned,
We share the roles, the joy, and the blame.

Perhaps I aimed the arrows, struck your core,
With words or actions, unintended strife,
But love's arsenal holds arrows galore,
And wounds inflicted mark both our lives.

Yet here we stand, entangled in this web,
With arrows piercing, and hearts exposed,
The challenge lies in what lies ahead,
Can we find solace, despite love's blows?

Let us pause, dear one, and seek understanding,
For arrows can heal as they cause despair,
If we choose to listen, love's commandment,
Compassion and forgiveness, a vital repair.

So, fear not the arrows that cover your skin,
Nor my hold upon the bow's slender grace,
Together we'll face the wounds, heal from within,
And find harmony in love's mysterious chase.

For in this tangled tableau, we are intertwined,
Two souls bound by love's intricate art,
Together we'll mend, and resilience we'll find,
Embracing the journey, healing every heart.