10. never act on

Limerence of the heart and not my mind,
There lies a rationality I can't seem to find.
Your indifference quietly eluded me,
I couldn't confront my somber reality.
Why was it her, and not me?
Or rather, was I ever yours to begin with?
I was hysterical; my love went into uncharted territory.
It was dissembling yet evocative, how easily I fell for you.
Yet here I am blinded by this fact,
Of these growing feelings I will never act on. 

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v o c a b

lxxxii. hysterical: marked by excessive or uncontrollable emotion.

lxxxiii. dissembling: conceal or disguise one's true feelings or beliefs.

lxxxiv. evocative: bringing strong images, memories, or feelings to mind.