Distasteful Disaster

By Uroosah Ehsan

Distasteful Disaster Pretty boy with a charming smile and earthy eyes and an electric soul, a recipe for disaster and a delightful rascal. bound to chase chaos he was nothing you'd dislike nor everything alike. a puzzle held with an awful handwriting and distasteful anxiety.

Boys like him were troublesome and enchanting, feverish charms and eccentric minds; dressed in leather from head to toe, they lived the glamour the 90's were.

Sporty and bad; confusing and lovely - how could you not love someone so entrancing and hellish?

He was no exception, not a heartbreaker or a campus hardy but a simple fling of a guy, casual enough that is seemed like he didn't care - well he actually didn't, they thought. his presence was an irony that beheaded every

Possible assumptions made about the ones from the highs. rich and bratty, a dead poet at heart, he seemed so known and yet mysterious.

No one knew of the story that he penned but her, all those pages and hysterical jokes, pretty clouds that painted his boyish dreams and whittled fragrances that sniffled his path. she knew it all, the secrets from past or the clingy exes from present, he sure for a not so loyal bastard nuzzling his head under every scent that occupied his mind. among them one lingered the longest. hers.

He wasn't affected of sorts but there was something about the way he'd lose all conscience to grab onto every opportunity he had to kiss down the petalled path she walked on. she was the lost trail of thoughts he'd follow every time temptation grew over him, her mind is what fed his infatuation. he'd look around just to bed his arms around her shoulder and walk around like she had his name inked over her heart. maybe yes, maybe not.

Notoriously lost in a trail of change, a path of discovering he had conned all beings of being the real him that was once a kid smiling wide in a sunny day. he was the rock punk now, the batting lashes of outrageous girls or the keen talks of boys experiencing bumps of adolescence was what interested him now. talk of big life and luxurious cars, he adored the kind of lifestyle. he was made for it. that's what she said - and he believed.

Stuck on a wheel or cart in a close end long distance relationship all he could do was wait, wait for the warmth of a lover until holidays strike again and his love was back in his arms, but he wasn't a fool. it was far from reality for her to stop by and look after him, he wasn't a kid. His lover loved mature and older boys, he was younger, he had to prove he was her man.

There was a weight that had struck his shoulders, but it wasn't the same when he was with Evelyn, he adored her, he loved the idea of her, she was his dream. The creation far wide away from reality, quite hard to achieve but it's something about them that tempts you. She was that luxury he would afford after selling his soul to the devil.

He was whipped but banged at head, silly at mind, foolish at heart, couldn't follow a dream while rioting against his possessions. He couldn't chase dreams whilst losing what he had. He couldn't love her but maybe he did. Foolish young boy.

Axel Hawk was boy of his kind and utterly foolish, utterly in love and deliberately not falling in love. but annoyingly scared. But how long, Evelyn will leave, she wasn't scared - she'd pursue her dreams. she'll get a hold of all those bubbles that are impossible to cage, she'll defy faith. He couldn't.

What a pity. What a distasteful disaster.

By Uroosah Ehsan