i stand against the oak tree

knees trembling

holding an apple over my heart

you insist your aim spot on

and i trust you

because what’s the worse your arrow can do

pierce the soft meat of the fruit and embed itself into my chest

milady

your smile does far worse

and with little to no understanding the damage it does

so let loose your arrow

your quiver is half full

and i have no where to be but dreaming of you

shoot the apple

but it’s okay if you miss

draw back that string until you feel as if you might break

i’m right there with you

end this twisted fantasy of mine

but blow me a kiss before i fade away

then you’ll see me flinch

for that dream is enough to actually do some harm

ignore my whispered farewell

as the bubble of blood bursts on my pale lips

it was nothing

just a feeble

i

love

you