*This is something I wrote, using two words that where given to me to use in any shape or form.

 What a sad surrender,with a leather cup full of arrows.

As I sit to my over sized dining room table, in a poorly lite room.. I begin to pull out the arrows lodged in my heart, from a battle which could not be won. Bruised from head to toe, but feeling so numb..the only pain that can be felt is whats escaping out from my chest. Head hung low, feeling such despair.. wondering how love can have such sad sorrow. One by one I remove each arrow placing it in my leather cup. His aim had no remorse, for each arrow's destination was right for the center of my heart. As if  playing a game of darts.

I lost a sense of time and a sense of me, feeling weak and drained.. refusing to except this sad reality. Water gushed from my eyes involuntarily, along with a painful sigh. If only I could have experienced any other pain other then this pain of sad surrender. I loved deeper then my skin and past my soul, but it wasnt enough to protect me from these arrows, who leaves these gaping holes.