Would You Dare?

The nightmare was even scarier because it was so similar to reality....

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Rapturous Obsession

I can’t get you

Out of my mind.

You barge through every boundary

That I ever defined.

You occupy every room vacant

In every corner of my senses

In broad daylight there are illusions..

Could you not generate these pretenses?

You blur my sight

With crystal clear delusions

My reality does fumble

When you strengthen your visions.

Pleasantly you present

Your devilishly sweet smile

Then you linger and wander in my thoughts

For more than ‘a while.’

If only you weren’t a dream

And were truly near me.

If only you weren’t a fantasy

And were my blissful reality.

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A bouquet of love

I walked down this path with nothing to offer. While everyone walked hand in hand with someone, their fingers intertwined like their souls, I walked with my hand loosely fisted. Perhaps my hand was somehow like my heart...- empty.

A few steps I took and saw you drenched in sunlight, leaning on a tree oblivious to the world, focused on something in the distance. The sunlight weaved through the leaves to kiss your face.

I was so enchanted by your beauty that I barely noticed the flower that seemed to sprout out of my fist. What a beautiful flower! I looked up to find you on the move, and I couldn't help but follow you through the woods.

You seemed to be in search of something.. Love maybe?

All you have to do is turn around, love.

A light breeze blew through and waltzed with a stray strand of your hair. Oh! The dance was so graceful that I almost turned a blind eye to the second daisy blooming out of my fist.

The next stop you made was in a clearing. You were intently admiring a few roses. The foliage forming an abstract creation of shadows and the wind whistling as if teasing you. I guess the teasing worked because I bet I saw a blush creep onto your cheeks! She's looking at you, you idiot!

And now it was my turn to blush.

You walked towards me just as another flower was about to bloom out of my fist.... I secretly hoped it to be a rose, given the way you looked at them adoringly. You seemed to take longer strides with an urgent pace.. As if you wanted reach someone quicker. Yes!

You walked with purpose.. Walked with a smile on your face. You walked right... Past me?

Into the arms of...

Another man?

I looked down to my fisted hand to see the flower blooming into yet another daisy. The daisy swayed in the light breeze and bathed in the soft sun. Tiny dew drops dotted its petals. It looked as innocent as my love for you.

I tore the bloomed daisies from my hand, tied them together and placed them where you stood. It seemed the only spot fit for me to bury my love and the only place fit for me to offer my bouquet of love...- at its grave.

As you all but skipped away with your lover who offered you a love of the likes of a rose, a passionate red luring you in to keep you happy till you prick yourself on a thorn, I could do nothing but stare at my bouquet of love and watch as the daisies withered wilted.

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The kids scurried into class and settled down. Except a few who fell victim to their nerves and jitters, the children were quite excited. Oh this day would be the best! They'd be able to brag and boast about their parents.. Be able to show off how qualified and rich they are. And boy did Brianna love the thought of getting all the attention.

The boy she sat next to was quite happy too. He was smiling a bit too much for her liking though. Putting his pearly whites on full display, he made no effort in hiding his exhilaration.

Must've found a lone penny somewhere.. Why else would he be so happy?

It was true. The boy was ecstatic but not because of some lone penny.. But because he'd finally get to tell his friends about his father... His dear old man... His Poppa

Turn by turn the kids stood in front of the class and bragged about their parent's achievements and their bank balances. They spoke with a proud glint in their eyes and all but exclaimed about wealthy fathers and beautiful mothers till their voice went hoarse.

".. And that's how we ended up living in our humble 23 million dollar home." Brianna's little speech received a round of applause.. But her eyes held irritation and her fists balled up as her jaw clenched. He's STILL smiling!

Little Julio's smile had not diminished one bit.. If anything it had grown wider... Why?

Well because he was up next.

Brianna huffed and sat in her seat as she waited for him to start speaking. She wanted to be known for having the best. The best of the luxuries, style and standard of living.. The best parents would've been a good addition to the list. But judging from the smile little Julio was sporting, she was afraid he'd have it better than he-

"I live in the suburbs.." Brianna bit back a scoff. Suburbs?! I was a fool to think he'd have anything better.

"When I grow up I want to be like my Poppa." A low laugh resonated in the class. "Poppa?really?"

He was mocked but Julio wouldn't bother himself with that now. He was too happy. He had finally said something about his dad. His father who bought him his favourite ice cream and then gave him a piggy back ride home. His poppa was just the best, wasn't he?

"Um.. Julio? What does your father do?" the teacher asked. "You left that part out, sweetie."

"Oh. Um.. My father.. He roams around happily... Yeah. That's what he does." The class burst into laughter, unable to control themselves at his answer.

Roam around happily? Ha! Brianna couldn't help but snicker along.

The teacher, heaving a nervous laugh and shushing the class questioned again, "No, Julio. I meant to ask what your father's profession is. What is your father?"

"Yes Julio! Tell us what your father is!" A boy hollered from the back.

"He is um... He is a d-"

"A doctor?!"

"No"

"A dentist?"

"No"

"... A dog walker?"

This time Julio just shook his head in the negative.

Oh if only Brianna had brought some popcorn. She was enjoying the show oh-so-much!

This is good..Very good.

"Darn it Julio.. Just tell us! We are very eager to know." A girl in the back said, mock and sarcasm lacing her voice.

"My father is a very happy spirit"

"We know Julio. We all kno-"

"He's dead."

"My Poppa is finally happy because he's dead."

And that was the first time his smile faltered. And the first time that all but eight words had silenced the rowdy class.

There is no more division between thorns and roses,

But there is one between your heart and mine..

So fill the void with an unsheathed dagger

And let my heart bleed red and divine.

"I'm here for my things."

I thought I saw his eyes light up when he opened the door and saw me, but he clamped his mouth shut at my blunt greeting.

I'm here for my stuff.. NOT HIM. Pfft...

Lies.

I gather everything that I recognised as mine.. From the little keychain to the framed photos of us-

Every.

Little.

Thing.

I wanted to pretend so bad that this didn't happen. Wanted so desperately to forget the days I spent with him. I just want to let go of every mome-

"You're spacing out. Are you-"

"I'm fine,ok? Not like you care anyways."

Who am I kidding? He cared more about me than I did.

I mistook his silence for his absence and continued packing until I felt him grab my elbow and turn me to face him.

He didn't say anything. He just stared into my eyes. He didn't have to coax me with words into confessing that I didn't mean what I said.... That I know he cared- cares. He knew.

He

Knew.

He looked at me with so much certainty and sincerity that I found myself unable to lie to him.. To lie to myself.. To lie to us.

"Alright fine! I didn't mean what I said. And I know you know! God! You know why I'm doing this.. Yet you keep making this more difficult for me to do. Why won't you let me do this?! WHY WONT YOU JUST LET ME-"

"Go?"

He completed my outburst in an eerily calm tone. He said that one word in a resolute tone as if he was making me realise that what I was asking him to do was impossible.. And God I was SO close to believing him.

"I'm am not letting you go. You are running away. There's a difference."

He took a step closer to my almost full bag and picked up the frame I'd just taken down. He gazed at it.. At us- NO, he admired us.

"I am not going to let you go because your days are numbered," he said as he stalked to the wall and hung the frame in its rightful place.

"If you are to die, then I'd rather have you die in my arms rather than alone in a cold bed surrounded by people who aren't worthy of mourning you."

And at that moment i knew that I hadn't come for here to get my things.

Room of Memories

In that corner of the room

Behind the curtains of that room

Lives a small part of me

Lives a younger me.

The infant that I once was

The infant that became me

Resides in this room

As memories of sorrow and glee.

Every tear that stained

Every smile that was made

Resides in this room

Where i joyfully played.

I remember only

Two spent days

One where I left for greed

And one where the child in me stays.

The instant I left

The comforts of this room

The adult in me selfishly rejoiced

While my younger self drowned in doom.

The day i returned

Was a day of discovery

Of not the new

But the old, joyous younger me.

He had found her. He had finally found her. They had taken-no, ripped-her away from him, but now he'd found her.

He didn't remember anymore the exact time or date she was taken. He didn't need to as he had found her.

But had he truly found HER?

He wasn't so sure as he took in her stance- back slightly hunched and hands in front of her, eyes flickering from one gaurd to the other as if trying to decipher who would pounce first.

He walked closer and glared at the guards as they backed away. He wanted to gather her in his arms.. He wanted to see her face light up as she recognised him.

But when she saw him, her expression didn't change. Her eyes didn't fill with recognition nor did her stance relax at the slightest.

She's afraid of me? She is...

She is.

With each step forward she stepped back till she couldn't anymore.

She looked around at a chance of an escape.

She couldn't go back- no. She'd rather have these men kill her than keep her alive and tempt her with death. She doesn't remember much of what they did.. And for that she's thankful as whatever little she remembers, she wishes to forget. Because there's nothing more frightening that seeing glimpses of water and the feeling of arms flailing as water sloshes and slaps your face and muffled laughter and then...-

-waking up in the dark alley. There's nothing more scary than seeing glimpses of death and surviving without knowing what you did to survive.

The man in front of her had soft eyes and had his hand outstretched. He seemed trustworthy... And warm. She could do with a but of warmth right now. She trusts him.. Why? Maybe he looks an awful lot like the hazy blur she remembers. She takes his hand and steps into his embrace.

She is engulfed by him. His arms wraps around her, his scent soothes her and his warmth invites her to drown in him. She is completely engulfed. He whispers with a ghost of a smile, "I got you. Nobody's ever going to hurt you now my chicken nugget."

Chicken nugget? Why does that sound so familiar to her?

Her hand fishes through her dress on its own accord, frantically searching.. Chicken nugget..she feels the cold hard surface of a metal. What was it doing in her dress? - chicken- before she knows what her body is doing her hand has slammed the knife into his back. - nugget. She drags the knife down his back, along his spine, rips it out and plunges it into his back again.

Chicken nugget- a mere whisper in her mind as her hazy vision clears and she sees him.

The gaurds have sprung into action, hooking her arms behind her at a odd angle, and shoving her onto the ground.

But she doesn't seem to care. Memories came crashing down on her. She had killed him and they had struck through her. Triggering her to stab when she heard the 2 words: chicken nugget.

She couldn't even cry. She couldn't even scream.

They had used a symbol of their love to all but destroy it.

I know you wonder why I embrace you even after you broke me. You hold me, nonetheless, but your brow creases in confusion, I’ve noticed. To put it quite simply, I don't want anybody else to wrap their arms around me because no one quite gathers me in their arms like you do. Unfortunately for me, the hands that broke my heart are the only ones I trust with the shattered pieces. In every touch there is a bit of fear, some urgency and a restrain. My hands rush to touch your face but as they near it they struggle to go on.

What if I hurt you? What if you don't want me to even touch you anymore? We’ve already hurt each other so much… Why cant we stay away?

But then when our faces are buried in the crook of each other’s neck and when our arms are around each other it becomes clear why we cant seem to let go. After all no one lets go of their home… even if its burning down. And that's exactly how this feels. We’re burning down. The flame is dying but the fire is blazing, it singes whatever we had and burns the edges off of every memory together to the point where I don't think I’ll be able to piece them together again. We’re burning down and we’re clinging on to the charred ends of the bond that tied us.

Embracing you feels like I’m choking even though you were every breath I needed once. It burns my lungs from the inside and after a while i can feel them collapsing in my chest but I refuse to let go. The tighter I hold on to you the more I strangle myself. I’m told I will die if I go on. I agree with them. The thought doesn't scare me though for dying in a place you believe is home makes death less terrifying.

When I see what I’ve held on to, however, I see the ghost of what you were…

What we were… And I realize that you are not here. Never were and never will be.

So when you wonder why I hold you so tight when I hug you it’s because I know that’s the only way I’ll ever be that close to you.

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