Little Shorts

Word Prompt: Arrow

At first, it was a small arrow. It darted through the night and pierced my vulnerable heart. You had breached my weak walls and found the hole large enough for you to fit through. And then you went in.

At first, I thought it was love. It had to be Cupid's Arrow. You wooed me in ways I didn't think possible, and each time you hit your mark with your lovely words, the hole got a little bit bigger. You held my hand and treated me to dinners and movie nights. You held me close, and my heart closer, caressing me with the kindest and softest words I ever heard. I thought it was normal when you told me everything was fine, and my heart soared even more when you told me, "I love you."

But then, I noticed the arrows were barbed. You started to distance yourself, and with every second you were gone, the arrows were painfully pulled out. They took a chunk of me every time. And what made it more than an irritable throb was that you had been my first in many things.

But then, you started to get angry and suspicious and it hurt too much to be away or with you. You started shoving the arrows back into my crumbling heart and tearing it apart. I cried and finally, my heart crashed to the ground. I tried to save it so many times, but every time I did, you kept kicking it down. You stomped on it and cursed it and smacked it around, and when it couldn't take your arrows anymore, you took them all back.

And then all that was left of my heart was a single piece no bigger than the tip of my little finger. I held it close and apologized to it so many times. I watered it with my salty tears and stayed in bed so it could get some rest. The hearts around me tried to get me up, family and friends I had distanced because of my unhealthy relationship. They nudged me and stayed with me through the nights. They tried to find the other pieces of my heart that you took but to no avail.

And then I knew I needed a shield. I needed to rebuild my walls before I could heal my heart. It needed a safe place where it knew it could hide away from people like you. The shield would be made of steel that only the hottest of passions could melt, and it needed to have a sturdy roof to keep the arrows from falling in again. I didn't want anymore arrows, Cupid's or not.

So finally, after years of hard work and crafting the most intricate locks I could, my heart was safe. From arrows, from heat, from the tears that used to water it weakness. And I finally got over you, and I even made arrows of my own. But I'm not like you, so this time, the arrows were only for the ones I would trust. The arrows wouldn't get stuck in the walls of anyone's heart like yours did; it would go straight through and lay right next to them. My arrows would be close enough to be noticeable, and they definitely wouldn't be barbed.

And so I finally found someone else. I learned that instead of the arrows, all I needed was a sturdy chain. That chain held us together through the years of my life. I held onto it whenever my heart stumbled so I couldn't fall down again. And for once, I could hold up the one I loved instead of the one sided relationship that we had.

So actually, I thank you. For teaching me that Cupid's Arrows aren't the best. Because now I had lived my life with someone who could support me, and for once I would have the strength to hold them up, too.

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