Prey

○Predator's Prey●

I like her... not because of how she walks or how she talks, nor how pretty and cute she is... she's just, how do I say this? Unique.

Her uniqueness was the first thing I noticed, the very first sight I beheld since I became a high school student.

I yearned to talk to her and laugh with her all the time, the feeling enveloped me to an extent that I almost spaced out in the middle of class just seeing her smile...

After some time, she finally made the first move and said an utterly dumb first greeting encounter: she repeatedly called out to my name in an intended misspelled way, whenever we cross paths, she'd always take the same form of greeting, yet I grew fond of it... thus the start of our ever complicated friendship...

We always exchanged intimidating glances at each other for some kind of weird purpose, which I actually like since it gives us a unique relationship... as friends, or maybe something else different than that...

But...

After the chat message she sent to me, I concluded otherwise...

Those were all lies... traps that she laid out, spikes that she has thrown... to hurt me...

Seducing me like an adulteress with her sweet, refreshing voice and with a pretty face and all...

Everything about her was perfect, her wavy hair, that fake smile, her dimples, the way she walks... aside from the way she made me suffer and killed me inside...

I don't want to go through it all again, the pain of just seeing her, my heart... it aches...

But why does my heart still throb whenever I exchange glances with her?

Why does my soul still long for her, even though I was dead set on moving forward?

How come I...

I don't know the reason why, but the exact moment when she's so far away, and when the moment I finally forget about her very existence, she comes back, and returns with 10 times the charm in her eyes...

She's like a bed filled with red roses, a beautiful sight from afar, but cannot comprehend the pain once felt, a pretty sight indeed, but something that you wouldn't want to be in...

When the trap has started, no one can stop it, only a few moments of time and your choice separates you from life... and death.

You know that it's a trap, but you can't resist the bait's tempting aroma... you know that it will kill you, but you still risk it for the fabulous prize...

Don't I ever learn?

She's the predator, and I'm the prey... funny on how I thought that long ago it was the other end of the stick, the opposite... I thought I was the one leading... well, I was wrong... so very wrong.

All the things we did, the words we used to say, the looks we gave each other that looked like lovers in quarrel, were they all fake?

The times we ever had, the feelings we showed to each other, the actions we expressed, and the lies you made...

The night when we danced in the sparkling moonlight, listening to our favorite song... I thought, I thought that...

I thought wrong... I thought 'we' were having a grand time, I thought 'we' were enjoying our times and company together...

Well, guess what?

There is no 'we.'

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Don't throw that dirt all over my name.

I know that dress is karma, those perfumes filled with regret... I'm just playing right into your hands... like a little mindless puppet.

You just want attention, you don't want my heart... I was so silly to think I ever stood a chance...

Right here standing face to face, you know that you already won from the start...

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She is the predator, and I'm the prey, so I'll just hop along and find a place to hide, until she stops playing and hurting me inside.

A/N - Inspired by 'Attention' by Charlie Puth