Im missing the arrow of Eros

I need an arrow,

So I wont be lonely.

One stab and this world may seem a little less harsh.

Where’s a cupid when I need him

When do I get to write my love story,

When do I get to lose myself for someone,

I want love.

I want dates.

I want to be cherished.

I want to be wanted.

Eros has left us,

Left us without,

The strike to start our heart a beat.