OBSESSIVE

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would you have remembered
the day where your eyes sought out his
in the mass seething crowd?

i know i do.

end of high school, start of college.

one of our classmates were throwing a party,
a celebration for us all going
to college,
and in need of some fun, i made you attend.

i wish i hadn't. as fate had another
pitfall for me to stumble within.

he was one year older, and slender,
and handsome in a distant, daydreamer's
way. he had that look in his eye, where you
knew he lived in fantasy lands
and conquered remaining relics of an
awful past.

that distant, faraway look turned out
to work in my favour, two years on.

you were drawn to him,
like a mindless soul is drawn
to those who are alive. you drifted
to him, and smiled warmly,
and he came closer and closer
and closer.

"would you like a drink?"
and that was all that it took.

after all.

you were soulmates.

tragic soulmates broken apart
by my psychotic obsession.

my obsession was with you, skye.

my teeth are gritted together as i
write this. fury is feeding the ink.

i would tear him apart all over again
if i could.

but... my anger and obsession...

they are why you're not here today,
listening to the truth.