Fallacies

by Olivia Evans
Photo by Geneva O’Hara; modelled by Olivia Evans

I have only ever been in love with fallacies,

With ruminated ideals,

A virtuous perspective of muses,

Devoid of defect,

Rose-coloured lenses occluding my perception,

Allowing no room for inadequacy,

Only suitability,

Even when completely unsuitable,

I reframe to appropriateness,

Into compulsive synchronicity,

My posterior being not filled with desire to amass our alike to its inferior,

Rather to ruminate in vehemence at the prospect,

For when the time comes to consummate, I am no longer amoured,

All yearning vamoosed,

As if it were never in attendance from its conception.