April 8, 2022

A LETTER TO CUPID

By itchysilk In Scratch

In something a bit different, poet JOY (based in Nigeria) blesses us with some poetry. In this first installment, JOY has been shot (with pin-point accuracy) by that damn rascal Cupid-my oh my.

I  haven’t even gotten over the fact that your lack of archery skills has cost me my beautiful skin, I forsee a broken heart and sleepless nights, pleading with you to reconsider taking me off your list.

Dear cupid, I thought your arrows only pierced the skins of those in love. I think you made a mistake, because you shot me and I must say that I am definitely not In love with THOMAS! 

Yes I might have been starring at him through the window and I might have felt flustered(just a little bit) when he waved at me. I agree that I wished for our skins to touch when we bumped into each other at the park, and I probably also wished that when he held my hand to steady me from falling, that his eyes bored into mine and lingered.

Yes, I probably thought about it, I’m not quite sure.

I thought you were perfect at archery, maybe your vision was a bit blurry or you had the wrong name , maybe a lookalike?

Thomas might look really gorgeous , with his perfect symmetrical face, his obvious jawline, full brows , coconut brown eyes that one could get lost in and lips I am sure would taste like red wine or cherries. Yeah, he could probably make me bat my lashes at him, but I’ look away.

While I was being really careful, you mean to tell me, that you smirked at all the embarrassing thoughts I was having about him and you SHOT me?

Wow, I thought you knew better, he would’nt even see me that way, I’m like a two and he’s a twelve out of ten (this is not an exaggeration, have you seen the guy?)

I’m not considering anything, I’m filing a complaint against you to your parents , Venus and Mars (That’s right, they’ do a better job at matchmaking) .

I  haven’t even gotten over the fact that your lack of archery skills has cost me my beautiful skin, I forsee a broken heart and sleepless nights, pleading with you to reconsider taking me off your list.

I apologise for the change in tone as you read this, I am an extremely emotional person and all I’m saying is you definitely made a mistake hitting me.

Yours pleadingly,

The mistaken lover.