Love In The Club
What's love got to do, got to do with it. What's love, but a second hand emotion…
Something like second hand smoke because it can cause your heart to blacken if you abuse this second hand emotion.
When you create your own image in your head of the person you fell for, it often leads to zero understanding of who you're really infatuated with, that's second hand devotion,
I hate going to these bars.
Where love can be an addiction in one bar or a cage in another, where the dance floor is packed with people riding the high of an illusion, and in the VIP section you'll find… Cupid.
But no arrows fly, no sparks ignite, he just lounges on a cloud, high, off of his own supply.
Eyes half-mast with a golden arrow clenched in his fist. Cupid’s quiver is empty, but not because he’s been working…
The tip glistens, and as he hums a hymn to lost devotion, he flips it from being aimed at us humans and presses the arrow tip to his own skin.
As he drives it home a rush like first kisses, like whispered forever’s, seeps into his veins like a person blindsided by love…
Cupid Nods Off.
Below him, he hazily watches the dance floor of the world Usher in a new false sense of connection.
A Confession is in order, but he won't give one, he'll rather Let It Burn as he watches us be oblivious to the lack of Love In The Club.
From above, Cupid mumbles apologies but we can't hear what the Beyoncé (beyond say).
He was meant to make hearts race, not his own. Love… love was his not only to feel, but moreso to give, and maybe that’s why he's stopped trying.
Because once you feel real love, if you're not careful you can spend the rest of your life chasing it.
There's a message in here somewhere…
And the message is… love was never meant to be a drug, never something to chase.
It was meant to be given, a spark passed on, not kept. Love lingers not in the taking, but in the giving, not in the arrow itself but in the drawback and release at another.
This is why shooting your shot is so important, not in our own veins, but directly to someone else's heart
And if Cupid remembered that… then maybe we would too.