Cupid's Hope

As the setting of our Sun marks the end of a day; the rising of moon, visible or not, marks a new Night to remember.

Once again I stare into my screen. Hoping at some point in time, he will appear and drag me into his world, Mr. Perfect. I want to be yours, but you won't allow me. I want to be in your arms but they are not there. I want you to catch me when I fall, but again you're a shadow.

I play Hearts with Cupid. By my poker face is no use. My eyes twitch when I bluff. I have no gambit to use as leverage in any of my hands. I've bet the Shards of my heart and he has nearly taken all of them except for two large pieces that carry the remains of my soul. Well what's left of it.

I snap back, staring at my screen and I've noticed I have a new email. I check it. Cupid has felt a squint sorry for me and has shot a arrow of hope in my direction. Someone is interested in me. I have many faults and sorrows that have stained my hear, body n soul, I hope he can understand. I'm trying not to read too much into this because I'm not sure where all of this will lead. I am still not certain if I will still be here when Summer comes. I may follow and head to the East. I grow weary of this place and feel that there is no hope for me anymore. But we will see what happens with this one.

Cupid, guide me through and give me hope once again. I've never asked for much and I don't think I'm asking for much.