He talked a good talk.
Running lines like a seasoned actor taking stage.
I called him out on every single one - and he fell.
Amazed by the woman I was, unlike any other he’d known.
I rather enjoyed this little game we played;
Serving up the next shot, lovely - back and forth.
He made me smile, showed true care.
The icy prison around his heart melted,
into a warm puddle down below.
This symbiotic relationship was starting to feel a lot like love.
That’s when Truth stepped forward, unveiling her benevolent self.
You see, our lives were intertwined, but my hands were tied.
Blurred lines of lust and love mattered not...
He could never be mine, nor I his.
He was bound to another; a previous commitment of vows.
And I remained,
apparently always drawn to the unattainable...
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