I still remember how

Cupid's arrow turned to a poison edged knife,

Straight through my broken heart.

I count the things that I have given,

Just for you to take and leave.

I hate how you gave me

Wings, then stabbed them

Until I was bleeding more than before.

Now I am standing at the end of the world,

Bathing in moonlight that shines brighter

Than anything I've known before.