Cupid

Cupid visited me last night
he left me a bag of broken arrows
with no tips.
It was really a bag of sticks
What the H...ll??
Was he high,
or angry,
or did he really
not use metal tips.

What magic is this?
I wondered,
sticks that have no arrows.

No roses,
candy,
or presents,
just a bag of sticks.
Is this the consolation prize
I am rewarded for my
constant following of
"love"?
Cupid has betrayed me.
Leaving me desperate.

What if?
I turned my back on cupid.
Leaving him hungry
for my desire.
Cupid stalking me
at the mall,
in the park,
at the beach.
What if Cupids job
was to find me and
the world lacked
empathy and love.
As his arrows pierced
no hearts at all.

I cannot deny cupids,
force,
but i can deny myself
the potent spells he
places on me.
To love and be loved.

I pray that God
removes the poison,
and gives me back my soul.
That the emotion I seek
is foreign to me comes,
and is kind, and gentle.

© 2011 Stefanie Stevens