What was and what wasn’t
Never just because, always not quite

Cupid’s been shot dead,
Shedding red toxic arrows,
And blood stained “will never be”s.
Ignoring pleas
Of please don’t leave;
Of please believe;
Of why can’t you see,
What could be?

What was and what wasn’t,
Never just because, always not quite.

You’re a sight for sore eyes,
Butterflies take flight,
Signaling I’ve lost the fight:
Cupid might be gone,
But only after he did me wrong,
Piercing me with poisoned arrow.

Cupid’s been shot dead,
By you, who he never did get to.
You’re flawless, unhurt,
And if it weren’t for him,
I wouldn’t be filled with rough ragged rawness;
He caused this.
And maybe it’s justice,
But I can’t dismiss my distress,
At feeling like there’s a lot to be missed,
Without him. Without love.

What was and what wasn’t,
Never just because, always almost.

• Jessie Gutierrez