We met , I shied away.
Your eyes were still the same , your lips still had that perfect shape .
Your gaze wasn't any different
But returning after a year isn't the same
Especially , returning after the incident wasn't planned .
You scarred me
But I couldn't take it no more
To me , love was bondage {a forbidden fruit}
It was torture
You still haven't changed , you became less tidy
And more unruly
Who is to cope with your lawlessness ?
And don't you dare blame me for your present condition .
Sigh!

How I want to ruffle your messy hair
How I want to tease your ever tasty lips
How I want to be your priority
But where do I start from ?
You threw it all away .

I guess coming back was a grave mistake .
I just couldn't stop the urge to perceive your scent
The urge to hug you tight
The urge to call your name....

Well , I'm back