Feelings of Fiction
It didn’t seem rehearsed
or like it was part of a script.
It didn’t seem systematic
or part of a scheme.
It didn’t look like a game plan
as if he strategized his every move.
It didn’t feel like some kind of perfected formula
or a recipe for disaster.
Maybe it was a chase; and I was to be conquered.
Or a competition and I was a prize to be won.
He didn’t look like an actor even if it felt like a movie.
He made it believable. Like he could go the distant.
I could have fallen for him, but his feelings were fiction.
Sparkle & Shine.
Rachel
@rachelnmsparkle
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