A feeling that is unfortunately timeless,
Not a poem that is rhyme-less,
It makes sense, but feels tense.
I swear we shared something real,
I am not quite sure of your ordeal.
You mentioned casually,
there is someone else, not me.
I can't be mad, there was no agreement,
Here I exist, sunken in cement.
I cannot move, I cannot vent, emotions bent.
For you we're just living life, with no need of consent.