xii || The Perfect Story

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You could say it started out like a typical story

The one with a rule breaker and a harmless nerd

You, the rebel, weighed down by years of trauma

and I, the bookworm, wishing for a 'great perhaps'


One day, I ended up catching your fleeting attention

There was a certain darkness to your heart

That I found myself being drawn to, over and over

Soon 'you and I' slowly changed itself to 'us'


I wanted to fix you; that's what the plot dictated

Your guarded heart yearned for someone to

understand, to see what you'd hidden away

I had to be the one to get past your barriers


Our lives had to be perfect, like in the books

Where it stopped at an ever after and didn't go further

But I failed to notice the arrival of the time after

It's quite anti-climatic; I don't get to save you here


Instead, I awoke to you, still and silent in my bed

A tattoo of my name etched across your wrist

The cursive letters that were now tainted with red

The red bleeding out of you like the tears in my eyes


Your still shadow on your funeral lay unmoving

Yet somehow, I felt more dead than your lifeless body

The light that was keeping the spark in me alive

Had been extinguished in the blink of an eye


The next two months in a state of resolute numbness,

I kept wondering what destroyed our perfect fantasy

Still too immersed in denial to spare any tears for you

That the picture of our perfect life had been torn apart


And suddenly, like a weapon pulled out of a wound

I awoke to the harsh reality that you were truly gone

Leaving scars that were too deep to be healed

And broken fragments of the person that I used to be


The realisation that you and I were more than a story

Took ages for me to discover; but it was too late

You were taken from me; alone and unmourned

I should have backed out when the seeds were sown


You could say it that was far from a typical story

The one with the tortured soul and the daydreamer

One, snatched away from a daydream of a life

The other, snapped back into a bleak reality


Into a world without happily ever afters.

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