The Provenance

Jaded, she was not—
but realized she could not
somehow
understand herself;
how she learned to
accept every flaw,
every peculiarity, every
Imperfection
about him

Never even
thinking twice if
it was what she really
wanted—
she knows what
she really wanted—

He was
not in the slightest
what she wanted

but he
effortlessly
outshone the rest

Probably the enigmatic
demeanor caught
her,
it does not
matter.

She could not
even let herself feel
at ease
in front of
him, even beside;
her body had
a mind of its
own,
the rhythm
of the
heart misheard.

What is this?
It does not matter.

She dislikes the mess,
but indulges
herself and never
Digresses.

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