"The Thing I Love"

Today,
With my bow and arrow,
I killed the thing I love.
Cupid must have been busy,
Overwhelmed by the many shots you took
That when I drew mine and aimed,
I killed it instead.

I swear I'm not a murderer.
Yet I murdered it's heart.
With my obstinacy,
And insidiousness
I'm as guilty as charged—
A murderer.
A sleuth mongrel.

I sniffed and snuffed
Its fragrance,
With one whiff and puff
I murdered it.

Let the daggers be drawn
In revenge and defense,
I stand trial.
What hath I,
Left to save,
An empty shell?