Oh, how I yearn for you. 

Seeing your intelligence work its magic

It astounds me. 

It amazes me. 

You make me feel.... 

How do I put it? 

Perhaps.... Different fits the bill. 

Yes, that sounds perfect for you. 

I truly find myself falling for you

More and more 

Day by day.

Yet why, my love? 

Why do you choose to run from me? 

When all I want is your love? 

You make me yearn more. 

You're only denying the inevitable. 

You're only delaying the future. 

For what I want.... 

I will get

No matter what.

And so, I kidnapped you

In the middle of the night. 

Placing you under my home.

To keep you, 

I chained you up. 

I covered your mouth

so you couldn't scream for help. 

So I could have you forever. 

But I didn't like seeing you cry

And sniffle

You looked so pathetic...

So unlike you....

I hated that...

So I hugged you, 

saying, 

"Please sweetie.... 

Please let me love you....

I want you to love me too....

I want you to understand

that nothing will ever come between us." 

But instead, 

you cried even more. 

The gag, which had falled off, 

hung limp on your neck, 

as you screamed, 

"But I don't love you back!

Please... 

Please let me go!" 

That shocked me.

Do you really think of me

as a barbarian?

So many people WANTED my love, 

yet you didn't?

Why? 

Why?! 

When will I ever be the right one for you?!

My grip on him tight, 

I spoke,

"Manque Mothila was a wonderful model, 

and everyone wanted her. 

Yet you don't....

Be grateful, rat!" 

"I-I just see you as a friend!" he stammered, 

fear evident in his eyes. 

It danced so gracefully in them, 

yet I could only feel sadness. 

"Why don't you reciprocate it?" 

I asked him. 

"Because I don't have 

those kind of feelings towards you," 

he cried out, 

tears leaking down to his rusty chains. 

"Well then..." 

I smiled,

eyes twinkling in pleasure.

I knew...

I knew how to make him mine now.

"I guess you will have to learn

how to love me.

All alone." 

That day, however,

Was the day he ran away....

And so I searched.

I searched for my other half....

Wanting him....

Needing him.....

He was my lifeline....

"AHHHHHH!"

"Ratarang, calm down!!"

But it was no use. The poem repeated itself to him in his dreams. His tears rained down his bed.

Would he never find peace again?

Requester: Dhhffhjfvbhnn

Prompt: Manque x Ratarang, PTSD ballad

Notes: Manque belongs to the requester, and it's horribly short