Scars

Four: There is nothing rational about love. Your love stutters when it gets nervous. Your love trips over its own shoelaces. Love is clumsy and my heart refuses to wear a helmet.

Five: Cupid is fucking irresponsible. And I’m tired of him using me for target practice.

Six: I was told that time would heal all wounds, but what exactly do you do on days when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?

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