Can’t love be a little sweeter than Cupid

shooting people in the heart 

letting them fall 

flat on their faces

trip over milestones 

and break every bone in their bodies

For love.

The fortified mistress

of every intoxicated evening

where I - 

no, 

We 

showed our stories through the scars on our skin

and explained

every good, bad, and beautiful thing. 

the way your smile 

moved the indent

by your right temple 

or the marks that wiggled on my stomach

as you made me laugh. 

The night we laid under a caving ceiling

where Cupid

uppercut my jaw at just the right angle

to make me look at the boy

I knew 

would change every world I was a part of

time and time 

Again