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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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