Blame In Love

With nothing but remorse, I say that you turned out to be the lamest of fascinations my mind has ever drafted...

My bad...

After all, it was I who disregarded cognition and fell for that seemingly divine and ethereal trickery...

That smile which gleamed with goodness.... Those lips which made me go places when they were on mine... Those fingers which when intertwined with mine, seemed to tickle my heart...

My love was an art you could never learn...

My love was a philosophy you could never form...