Realisation hit me and it hit me hard, it pricked me and it cut through me deep. Realisation of your true colours, realisation of your masked features, realisation of your manipulative nature...all of it, leaving none at all. Those smiles I woke up to with the sun, those scars you healed with your portraying love, those cuts you filled with passion and lust, those creases you straightened with one tiny remark...all of them faded, hazed to be made newly by you, to be carved ruthlessly by none but you. You stitched my wounds only to rip them deeper again, you fixed my esteem only to break it harder again, you sucked my pain only to intensify it by millions again and you kissed those lips only to make them quiver one day. Yet, I loved you, I still do with all of my heart, yet, I think about you with all of my mind, yet, I feel you all over and about me...in my blissful dreams dreaded to be turned into the nightmare of truth.