You are the god of love,
but the assasin of friendship
I hate your guts, you fucker
but I like your style
I was only thirteen
thir-teen
when I met that
brown-eyed mess
that beautiful goddess
or infamous tramp
depending on who you ask
or rather, when you ask it
It scares me though, it does
that she could be both a creator,
my brown eyed goddess;
and a destroyer,
that, infamous bitch;
in the eyes of the same lover
although, a lover
no more
fuck you cupid,
for letting your dogs loose
on the best friend I could ever ask for;
but if I could do it all over again
I wouldn't have it any other way
because that is how
this moment was shaped.