Attraction

She was not the one to love at first sight,
nor did she believe in “the one”,
twin flame,
soulmate,
or
that perfect match.
But by chance or fate
Did she meet him,
fell head over heels
for the mind,
the soul,
and slowly, his whole being.
A moment of epiphany,
dawned on her,
that maybe,
this is ‘love’.
Aghast and in disbelief,
she spiralled,
caught in a whirlwind of emotions,
searching for answers,
as to who she is,
and who he is.
No one is perfect,
she knew that,
yet, this reverie of a man she was infatuated with,
proved her wrong.
Not a day goes by,
or an hour slips by,
without the thought of this perfect illusion,
disturbing her peace.
Like a moth to a flame,
like a hungry infant scuffling towards breasts,
like narcissus inching closer to his impending doom,
she no longer holds the reins of her heart.
Knowing the chase will be futile,
and hopeless,
knowing what will be left is pain,
and scars,
yet she persists.
In mischief and glee,
the angels and demons watch,
as the cupid shoots his arrow,
not to him,
but only at her.