Do you regret, the same as I?

Do you feel fear, as time flies by?

Do you bemoan the lack of choice

Unable to speak without a voice?

Sometimes I look behind your eyes

Where wise men say the soul resides

And cannot help but think they lied

Or maybe, what once was has died?

Perhaps, I looked not soon enough

Where your diamond in the rough

Was swept away in spectral tides

As you wept, down deep inside?

Mayhap, you had no soul at all

Or was the window just too small?

And so, cut off from the outside

All that it knows to do is hide?

Is that why my tears now flow?

Could you have not been able to know

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How what you did injures me so?

If that is so, I must insist

You answer me with truthfulness

If for as long as we persisted

You never saw in me resistance

Why is it that you now despise

The me that has seen your disguise

Decries that which you have just done

To the ‘me’ I care about, for fun?

Did you think you’d have your way

When you forced me, without my say

Did you know not the consequence

Of depriving me my innocence?

Sometimes I wonder if you’re sane

If in your skull resides a brain

Considerate of what I know

It must have left some time ago.

I went from feeling wrong, askew

To terrified of what you’d do

To wondering how I could trust

After what happened with us

Because if it occurs again…

Then that will surely mark my end.