I’m fighting the ace with arrows of romanticism.

The distance protecting her nature,

The arrows poisoned with desire,

I nock one,

She looks back, fists raised, face adorned with pink shades

“What is love to you? Romance?” She yells

“What is the difference between a friend and a partner?” She yells

She bows her head, running towards me, she yells,

“You think this is the only way?” she continues

“Desire can rake through my skull but I’ll be damned if you don’t do it yourself! Intent matters!” she persists

I stay still

I aim

She’ll realize it’s for the best

It *is* the only way

She crosses the distance faster than I expect

The arrows slammed away

They ooze

I glare

What is romance with no desire?

She picks one up, hand grazed in the process

Licking the edge of the blade

“Let me show you what I mean”

She kisses the back of my hand,

I watch desire seep into my veins

She’s immune

My mirror shatters

A/N

I might edit this later bc idk if it makes sense it kinda doesn’t but that’s also kinda how I write (without thinking too much ab it) ALSO it’s kinda NTP