cupid missed me yet again this year

though i am beginning to doubt the veracity of his bow and arrow

maybe the cherub took a blow to the head, got his sights mixed up, or maybe he just took to drinking

the last couple times he struck it didn’t fly straight and true

maybe it hit the right target at the wrong time, or he didn’t have enough power to make it last past the initial blow

or perhaps it was my fault, i stepped in front of the shot meant for someone else, or turned to quickly and brushed the dart aside

since then i have sat and patiently waited for the sting, the look of adoration, the quickening of pulse, the touch of love

maybe next year he will find me again, or the year after

or never again since i spoiled every chance given so far

i’m sorry dear cupid for all of my sins