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

  You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

  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.