I would always feel this way

while walking up the flight of stairs

That led to my bedroom

It all started

After the day my mother died

She was calling my name

going up the flight of stairs

when she tripped and fell over to her death

But tonight was different

I didn’t feel that strange presence behind me

Instead I was greeted with a strange figure

Standing still at the end of the stairs

I tried to turn back and run

But I missed a step and fell over

Breaking my left leg

I struggled to go down the remaining two floors

But as I made it to the final step

Something whispered in my ear

WHY DIDN’T U ANSWER!!!

Love is never what I want it to be

When I want it to be sweet

It comes out bitter

Love is never a democrat

It falls for whomever it wants

Without my consent

Love is never predictable

It comes and goes at random

Sometimes I wonder if Love is my enemy.

If loving u is a sin

Then, why do I feel like this

If ur not the one

Then, why does my heart beat like this?

If this was never meant to be

Then, do I have to let u be?

If I try to tell u how I feel

Then, will I regret it?

Take it back

These feeling you put in me

Take it back

The hope u gave me

Take it back

The time we had

And don't ever come back

I've felt this feeling before not once but several times, this time though, it was different, it was like it ate me alive or rather I let it eat me alive, I was so upset at what my father just did: he took the fattest cow and prepared a feast for my younger brother who despite father's numerous warnings went off wondering to the city of Aksha with the inheritance he took from him. After a total of five years he came back with nothing to call his own but a cloth filled with holes from top to bottom.

I didn't get it, my brother just wasted half of father's life savings and was thrown a feast but I, who spent all those five years working hard so that I wouldn't need father's inheritance have never once received a word of gratitude.

At the night of the feast I decided I would leave my father's land and journey to the far east. The next day I gathered the men that were willing to go on the journey with me and left on horse back without telling father but as we were on our way father caught up to us. Without hesitation, father got down from his horse and bowed before me begging me to forgive his ignorance. But it was too late the bitterness had eaten away my heart erasing any trace of sympathy. I simply made my way around father and continued the journey to the far east. We were going to disappear in the distance when I looked back one last time and saw father still bowing in the same position that we had left him in. As heart breaking as it was, I knew it was too late now, that there was no turning back from this point on.