She said;"Pleasure my child, anything for you".
Petrified to disabuse her of her fanciful notions.
Those ones she often associates Shemené with.
Her belief in me is far more superior to the oceans.
She hugs me with arms of love and offers me more with bliss.
My heart beats fast as I stutter in tears to myself.
My heart still bleeds and I am in fear.
See the thing is I have once saddened someone else.
The trepidation makes me nauseous from the sheer.
The sobbing of this heart of mine, tear’s me apart.
I find myself leaving my body on the inside.
I am not present as I leave my mind far.
I cannot find peace as I never left my past behind.
and so i still cry...