Strings of Nostalgia

7: Cruel Elixir ❣

Cupid placed some potion at the tip of his arrow to create a connection

Since you allured my globular organs, he rapidly shot me with his weapon

My blood circulation became bizarre 'til I had fallen into oblivion

The great, magical liquid had spread through my whole veins without any dissension

Up until I had found myself being excruciatingly distracted

How captivating it was to be infatuated! I was so enchanted

By your mischievous smile, strange hair, voice, and pleasing laugh that I always wanted

Simultaneously observing such things leaves me no choice but to be turned red

Everything was becoming deep just as how far down you used your knife to stab me

It was like how he hit me yet an opposition of manner, as you could see

Flesh of my heart was unfortunately ripped at every edge—begging me to flee

Saying it would be truly hogwash to not set the one who doesn't love me free

Was I naive to welcome someone in my life that won't notice my importance?

Or would I blame the god of love that put a trouble into my whole existence?

Perhaps, my conclusion for Eros was that he is also a god of brilliance

Witty enough to ruin me through potion, not striking us both for a romance

-A ❣