I can’t make them fall in love with a facade

Love can not be bought—

trust me I’ve tried.

Powdering

my face

with attractive paint,

Eating

only slightly

to obtain

luscious curves,

Dressing

my form

to slay

my opponents

(and have men’s

jaws drop).

I’ve tried

to shoot arrows

into my victims,

but I am not Cupid

(I’m just some nobody).

I don’t have

potions

to make hearts

bleed

and arms

embrace.

I don’t have

enough

beauty

to hide my pain.

(I don’t have anything).

I’ve studied countless hours

trying to figure out

what I must say next

or what I must do next

to be the best woman

and get the best guy

(or girl...).

(But you can’t methodically

maneuver your way into love).

I’ve tried to buy

their hearts

by buying their minds,

but I’ve realized

(that love is priceless)

that I cannot

force someone to love me

no matter how hard I try.

(And maybe that’s for the best).