TWISTED

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Time was suppose to heal usH

Here we are on a bus

Running away from ourselves

What went wrong that ended us?

Was it me, you, maybe our lies?

Was it the fact we thought we were players?

Who played who?

"I never thought I'll see you again after everything," he said.

Days and Nights I've long to look into those eyes

Lost in his temptation

His lips were like charms drawing me into its trap

Time will tell when I will actually fall

I hope that day would never come

"Hey! Are you lost in your thoughts as always?" he asked.

Words were too heavy to birthed

Circumstances had forced me to embrace the silence

It was happening again

Years had gone by

"I'll stop here driver! Peter Piper Street!" I paid the driver and got down from the bus.

"So this is where you stay? Nice hideout," he smirked.

What I could do to make time stop

I knew myself

The will to act tough would break

Little Duly would be out in the open for all to see

C'est dommage

"I know you must be wondering why I got down from the bus with you. I don't stay around. I was just curious. Ummm...here she goes locked inside her head, " he sighed and followed me quietly.

Life does great wonders

What irony I face everyday

Too late for regrets

Life just gets more funny than before

"Woah… you live here! Must have cost you a lot of money. Little Duly made it big. Tell me what's the secret? How many of them did you do to acquire this?" he laughed.

I ignored him and opened the door. I won't say those words didn't hurt me. They did hurt but not that much. What does one expects from a man like him.

"Duly darling, wait, sorry…. Can at least come in for dinner? For old time sake." he said.

If words were knifes

Murder would not be a crime

Little Duly looked at me

How long could I hold on?

"I'm guessing you leaving your door open means yes. I see you are still that woman of mysteries. Cute house," he walked in closing the door behind him. He sat on my favourite chair. "I hope you don't mind. Pink relaxes me. I know it's your favourite colour."

Don't let yourself be moved

Look the enemy in the eye

March on victoriously

Remember to smile

"Thank you for letting me in. It must be easy for you to do this. What am I even saying? Thank you for the coffee. I'll keep quiet now. I must irritate you."

He still had his naive side

Beautiful harmless eyes

Creamy lips

Little Doly arosed from her slumber

"Are you okay? Can I ask a question?" he waited for a reply. "Oookayyy… are you mute?!"

I was taken aback by his voice. It was happening again. I got lost in his charms. It would take time before he notices. Little Duly was standing before him. A version of me I despised

I summon courage to speak,"Leave! " I said with all my strength.

He looked at me like he was confused. "Really? Should I leave? I did that years ago! How did that turn out?! Ask me!"

I turned my face away from him. I was stronger than this.

"Look at me damn it!" He cupped my face with his hands. " I left years ago. I did. It turns out I couldn't forget you. I see you everyday. I left those years ago and I'm miserable. Ask me to stay, please…. "

His eyes met mine. What was happening? I saw a tear drop from his eyes. "Please, Duly… " That was all it took.

Our lips crushed into each others. I have never hungered for someone before him. I missed how his lips felt. We kissed like teenagers in love. It was indeed crazy.

"What are you both doing?! " A voice spoke.

Oh how I wish magic was real

I would have spelled my way out of this

Once again history proved himself right

Little Duly into her shell she went

James pulled us apart and punched him in the face. "What did I tell you bastard?! If I catch you with her, I'll kill you! Bloody bastard!" The fight was getting out of hand. What could I do?

Run

Silently I walked out, kept running, far away, away from my misfortune. 'Compose yourself. It's all okay,' I said to myself. One lie I kept telling myself

I didn't care about the rain. It was the least of my problems. I sat on the bridge watching the river stir herself. She sang to me. Sweet songs of those who fell into her.

She told me about the the beautiful Grace who jumped after life got fed up with her. Imaobong, who was pushed after she kept bragging about her new boyfriend. My favourite was the bride who gave up after the groom didn't show up.

"You thought I wouldn't find you. You love it here don't you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You were just looking out for me. I'm glad you came," I said to him.

"So what did the river tell you this time," James mocked me.

Bitter to sweet

Better than worse

Little Duly was locked away

Never to be seen again