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Submitted by Maranda Quinn
I’m not sure if Cupid had a hangover when he assigned soulmates, but really? He couldn’t be serious…
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I used to believe in true love
I used to believe that there was the one person for you
And no more
Although I’m here with you and I feel as if this is the wrong place to be
But if Cupid is real then he struck me to you
Me to you
This just doesn’t seem right
Because you treat me like no other
With the poison of your words spilling out of your mouth
And the violence of your intentions without...
I’m not sure if Cupid had a hangover when he assigned soulmates, but really? He’s got to be out of his mind!
So I march up to his headquarters in the clouds and demand answers.
“Excuse me, can I please talk to Cupid? It’s an emergency!” I tell the lady at the front desk. Her glasses rest just at the tip of her nose, and the tiniest ivory wings on her back flutter. The name tag on her chest says ...
I felt a tinge of anxiety and excitement for the school day, today was the day we started our challenges, with our Valentine’s Day partners.
“Hey, See you later,” My Bestfriend—Lora—said.
“Okay, see you!”
We talked about our valentines partners, hers some attractive jock with a saracastic humor, she seemed giddy.
We shared sympathy for mine—although so far, he didn’t seem so bad.
...
Each year, at our school, for Valentine’s Day… they’d make a matchmaker test, and you’d find your “lover.” Some ended up together, others broke up the next day. But the whole point was different challenges, an escape room, painting, laser tag, to see if you were compatible.
I wanted to know who, and what it’d be.
I took laps around my room, waiting for the email.
I heard a ding, and ran t...
A fish and a bird could fall in love but where will they build their nest
The old adage soaks into the mattress
dripping sweat in torturous damp sheets
Blinking into the night
As your hot as an oven heat turns with
A sleepy sigh under our favorite quilt
We are cut from very different cloths
Yet
You are my person
I get you
Not alike like nesting spoons
More akin to bread with butter better together...
Forever.
That’s what love is, isn’t it? Omipresent, omipotent, omnipotent. It bubbles in the stomach acid like heat boiling water, disrupting the electrical rhythm of the heart like a form of arrythmia. It urges fingers to intertwine, lips to crash together, legs to tangle; love is a poem, creating couplets from individuals, bringing verbage into life that wasn’t there before.
Maybe not for Mom...
Everyone knows that one day a year on Valentine’s Day you have a chance to find you r soul mate. Everybody has a special mark on their hand that shows up that day, and you have to try and find your perfect match. This year it was my turn since I had just turned eighteen last month.
The mark showed up early in the morning, a pinkish redish colored heart with an arrow through it.
Since this was a ...
My name is Detest. I am Cupids older sister. The problem with my younger brother is that when he is upset, he drinks. He is normally upset with me because I don’t like the matches he has made.
And my bow is a lot faster than his.
Long story short, he like drinking more embrosia than necessary.
And then he glides down to earth and decides he wants to create chaos.
That’s how I earned my other name...
He couldn’t be serious…
I could think of anyone; ANYONE better than Jason. The same stupid jerkface that hung around with my brother when they were thirteen. The same one who would mastermind crashing my slumber parties when I was ten. And the same ass who was my best friend’s first crush and then crushed her dreams when he laughed at her poor attempt at pouring her heart out to him.
His should...
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