Dearest girl, I beseech you
to not turn away
Go on, steal a glance
of my soul on display
These words are written with
blood from my veins
that’s drained from my corpse
and these hollow remains
I don’t have much strength
left to fill my days
surrounded by scents,
lost in a fog of haze
Each moment is filled
of what we once were
reflecting on paths
that were chosen in blur
I address you today
with a vacant chest
and the bygone events
I have so often repressed
You’ve laughed at his jokes,
been the subject of rhyme
and provided relief
from the passing of time
You’ve shared in his bed
and prepared him a meal
kept him warm with your
unceasing sex appeal
When you stroked his skin
and kissed his lips
You picked up a pen
and re-wrote all our scripts
But you see, there is another
myth to dispel
Along with my past,
you have stolen my future as well
The power you hold is one
I can’t contend
these scars will remain
until the bitter end
If you think for one moment
there exists a regret
You are sorely mistaken
this love is one I can hardly forget
Don’t fret, I won’t keep you here
in this state of unrest
but before I go,
I do have one minor request
You see, before long,
it’s only a matter of when
In my absence, he will
undoubtedly call on you again
If I may, in that time
to keep me from falling apart
He has gifted his mind, but
please don’t take his heart
This love I shall forever
hold from within
For who needs a Queen,
When he has his Anne Boleyn.
