Cupid chases me round and round promising he's right.
I keep on running trying to hide.
His promises have betrayed my heart before,
Shattering it into a million pieces.
Stupidly I fell again hoping for a different ending,
I prayed at night,
And wished on every eyelash.
That you would see that I was the one,
You didn't see and ran off without a backwards glance.
Mending my heart,
like a jigsaw it was.
Broken over and over scars covering it,
Forming bars just to keep from going down one more time.
He tries to convince me but I point a gun,
Sights trained on his little bow.
He pleads me to stop and I ask for a reason.
His only response stops me dead in my tracks.
"He has the key" he utters pointing an arrow at my heart,
I sigh giving in letting passion fill my heart.
Something must have gone right,
Because I never broke again.
I learned the lesson everyone who is truly happy does.
To be happy you must be broken then mended.
Knowing sadness brings the desire for happiness,
When happiness brings a cry of lust to wonder how it feels,
If he's truly Mr. Right.