I took your deeds

some sharp enough to kill me,

put them next to my heart

thought that you should still be

knocking at my door,

teaching me who I am,

holding me close,

not giving a damn

for the consequences

that hold everyone down

under waves of strong fear

where they falter and drown.

But you were unafraid;

doing always what you wanted.

I turned away

and I’ll always be haunted

by my regrets

so sad and so true,

always at my side

now instead of you.

I cover them up

with one thought then another

but they always break through.

I will not recover.

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