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Do you doubt that —
Doubt that I loved you.
That steep and thorny way
Into the trenches of my heart
While I sat alone in my tower
Wishing for love to come to me.
You stay locked away insinde my memory
And you yourself possess the key
With the way your affections sway me.
I do not know what I should think
As you love me the way you do.
Were you mad with it
The way I was mad with it.
Was is the very ecstasy of love
That we dwelled within?
I wish it may.
Do I thank you?
For the feeling of love that you gave me?
How you gave it so well and so honestly.
Was it honest at all?
You made me believe it so.
I was the more decived
In thinking you wanted me.
Shall I suffer The Fate of Ophelia?
Crawling between earth and heaven
In an attempt to feel that loved again.
The honey of your words
Now haunt my memory.
You wrap around me like
A chain
A crown
A vine
Pulling me into the sunrise.
I think nothing
I remember everything
Where you’re memory vacates
My very presence within it.
Of us
Of our tragedy.
I wish not to suffer
The Fate of Ophelia.
Is this the prologue?
Or are you simply just scripture
Along the surface of my heart?
How could I know true love from this?
When it felt so real
So right.
Or is to the grave I go
and suffer The Fate of Ophelia.
You wrap around me like
A chain
A crown
A vine
Pulling me into the fire.
You promised me so much.
Plans were made
And scorched by the fires
Of your rebuttal —
Of your rebuke.
Of your refusal.
Do you regret them now?
Do you try to see how?
I hope all will be well.
Patience is a virtue I do not have.
I should have not believed your vows.
I suffered as Ophelia did.
Driven mad and laid down
And cried myself to sleep.
But I rose from the streams
Of my tears
And we’re okay.
I think we’re okay.
Did you suffer like Ophelia too?
Driven mad by memories
You wanted to forget?
Do you remember it all too well
Like I do?
I remember it all too well.
I remember it all.
Is our death doubtful?
Is there room for revival?
Will we traverse the planes
Of deaths labrynths.
Will you follow me like Eurydice?
Will I turn back like Orpheus
And find you no longer there?
And will we continue to suffer
Like Ophelia?
I don’t want to be like Ophelia.
But I still want you.
… do you want me too?