First of all.
Cupid? Really? No, really? You entrust your affairs to the hands of a be-diapered infant with an arrow in his hands?
You musta lost your goddamn mind.
What actually is your game plan? No tell me. Seriously.
You start out…interesting. I mean you’re fun and quirky and different. You start slowly. Insidious deadly bastard. We think it’s fun and games so we play along. And then outta no where, you turn around and consume us. The people you were playing with just now! When did the game stop huh? Have you no shame? No morals? No pride? Answer me dammit!
You consume us and make us start to do shit we didn’t plan for. Or never thought we would do in a million years. But we still have that bubbly feeling so it’s not so bad. Heck, it even feels good. You’re fucking us from behind slowly and we’re smiling about it. Even laughing. We’re “in love”. Fuck you.
Then you start to thrust harder. And shit gets painful, because hey! there’s no lubrication. You know why? Cuz we weren’t prepared you fool.
But guess what? After a while, we get used to it. Your size. Fits perfectly. You inside us becomes the normal thing. And just when we start to think we’ve finally settled into happily ever after, you yank yourself out and disappear. Just like that. And in your place is a fucking gaping hole that leaves us bleeding, with no tourniquet.
And for what? So that your be-diapered baby can be amused?
Fuck you love. Fuck you all the way to Alaska. I never want to see you or your stupid cupid until you’re ready to tie your glorious dick to my ass and throw the fucking keys into a metal grinder.