poetry game (1)

Silly of me to think that I’d captured your freelancing heart…
I had no indication of your full attention
yet I was confident your affections were less than fleeting
you inconspicuously invaded my thoughts
all indications pointed to reciprocation of my feelings
sinisterly nestled among the flirty notes we shared
was the perfect escape plan
we connected through vivacious and imaginative unbearing of our souls
I was able to trade hopeless ideas of us
with light touches,
gentle brushes focused us as feelings began to grow
Although I knew much better,
I was subdued by the allure of reckless abandon
filled with illusions of besting your initial resistance
it was as if my longing willed us to be
as quickly as it started, you killed the ignition
After all… it was factual that what we had
was literally the fodder for someone’s poem about forbidden fruit
a beautiful mistake.
All at once, I was filled with the knowledge that all I amounted to for you
was a lusty lapse of judgement, come to an ugly head
and with one masterful stroke of your hand
I was dispassionately dismissed
left to piece together the shards of my apparently misplaced emotions
silly of me to think that I’d captured your freelancing heart…

silly of me to think that I’d made a place for myself there…

silly of me to think that I was the only one…

silly of me not to protect my own…

silly of me to blame you for these feelings…

silly of me for finding myself wanting you to care…

just silly

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