This is my poem in response to the prompt #infatuation by my dearest @eyewrote.it made me question what is infatuation. And is infatuation on a lower scale than love? At first glance we would say, sure. But infatuation can be gripping and it can work as a strong current. So, only you can tell what you have felt in your heart. And in the end, infatuation might lead you to love….for your own amazing self!
Our spirit and our torsos only met twice.
We carelessly exchanged our fluids in those times.
It barely lasted all the brevity of months
But the learning granted, cannot be trumped.
Rejection enabled me to find myself.
In hate, I met self-love, which cannot be repelled.
Infatuation is just the beginning of love.
It gets stamped on your face like that stubborn silly smirk.
It’s an invisible feather tickling on your skin,
Dilating your pupils and chattering the chin.
I ask thee: was this infatuation
Or was it all sheer misconception?
I much rather call this – a stunted love.
A love that never got – the chance to grow.