Fated in dreams

Did you ask them?

Did you ask to be struck with it?

Did you need to get rid of me so badly that you called apon the archer of love to reverse it?

They say when you're hit

All the love goes away

An eery sense of calm

Has engrossed me in it's fog

The thoughts in my mind are changing 

Like I'm sinking into it's bog

The peace and quiet 

Is loudly alarming 

I've recently found myself back in my shell

Pretending to be someone I'm not

And I think I know why.

I've pulled back from people 

Only interacting with animals and strangers online