Impractical Infatuation.

It was never my intention. 

As declared from the start,

It was only a bit of fun. 

But your charm captured parts of me

I thought I had lost to others.

And you whispered things into my ear

that no one has uttered 

in a very long time. 

Albiet, I pried them from your lips. 

I just didn't expect you to have so much to say.. 

You reiterate that you don't want me 

to fall for you,

That I'm "in over my head".

Bt your signals say else, 

and I read between the lines. 

Your own words say more about your

own feelings

than they do about mine. 

You are in denial,

and that speaks more than any

contravening words ever will. 

For now I will catch you,

But for next week I might not. 

With distance comes disconnection. 

Fall fast if you fall 

                       because

                               it

                             might

                                 just

                               be 

                                too

                                   late.                 

By the time you confront your 

own feelings. 

I will have accepted this 

as impractical. 

Because infatuations are 

momentary.

And I only want you

for the moment. 

Reviews

[Lovecraft]

I like how you structured the second to last verse. Dealing with infatuation is a difficult thing, especially when that infatuation might be construed as Love. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between the two.

Good poem. You managed to write this and explain in certain ways what an infatuation truly is, almost a short-term love. :)