Cupid's Curse

"Room"

The boy lay in his bed weeping in the dark

His room showcasing his soul reflected physical

Each piece of item being the explanation to what he's gone through

Fake ivy vines hanging around the room and on his walls

Paintings on every wall, wrapped with the leaves

All once a blank canvas, now beautiful depictions of emotion exploded alive from his very soul

King size bed fitting only a squire located in the corner of the room

Desk and computer being the beds close partner, mocking him for what he is forbidden to obtain

Books all connected in a row, finding stability in a already provided bookshelf

Centered in between 2 windows; a pair being built together

Something he feels cursed to experience

Plants facing the windows, accenting the fake ivy's

Color changing lightbulbs changed with different moods

Altar space filled with crystals, incense, spices, witch items placed upon the boys dresser

Faced the bookshelf

"Curse"

Tears echoing with my silent screams

Scared to wake family upstairs

Unable to be understood for they don't have this locked curse

The curse having so many layers; it's own wicked games created a maze of reasons

All building each other for it created no escape for me

A curse added on during my godly construction

A lock without a key

Being gay holds more weight than straight people ignore to realize

Stuck falling in love with men, who grasp at their curiosity to better understand their wants

Them only capable of stares

Me desperately grabbing for any attention, for I just want to feel wanted

Even if they knew what they wanted, a invisible force pulls the strings to bad luck

-They leave

-I leave

-They are in a relationship

-They are afraid of others judging them

Blockages created from the start of this layer, I plead at to release me from

Never having hope to try again for I already know the outcome

Searching in places outside of the infinite layered box

Apps only being a spotlight to why being gay isn't simple

Gay dating culture only defined as sexual

Filled with more men confused on who they are, thinking sex is the only small timed act that will ease their own problems

---A society built upon heterosexuality, making us feel as if we aren't normal

US being around since the dawn of time, expressed in other lifeforms itself

Us not having a choice, your god you use as a scapegoat created us this way---

"Cupid"

My cup of love fills from friends, family and people from work

Only the cup doesn't have an equal reflection

Another to compliment it

Always the one to put friends together and set them on their path

Wincing at a job well done when they kiss in duality

Feminine and masculine

My soul being the feminine

Another question I would like to ask the creators

The cupid shooting the arrow of love towards those he cares about

Seeing them blossom and experience loves endless experience

Only the universe holds the bow & arrow straight, unable to be bent towards myself

I'm happy for them, but also laughed at by the curse knowing I will continue to suffer

Never being in a relationship was proof enough