A Special One

He was special
There was no denying it
His rugged good looks
And scintillating wit
Really drew me in
But sometimes
Even the smartest people
Lack the most basic skills
To interact with others
No matter how taken I was
He turned on me
One too many times
I still think of him though
And ache sometimes
To try it again
But I know it is worthless
He is special
And I’m afraid he knows it.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – scintillating

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