i

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.