Gone

Now that it's gone,
I can be as bad as we said we'd never be,
When we were children,
The indecision,
Gone just like that,
Replaced by the guilt,
And the pain,
Funny things happen,
Because I'm fine this way,
Just being me,
No losing sleep,
Even if there's less of me now,
I don't seem to regret it anyhow,
And I wonder if all the lies you told me,
Were always going to be replaying in your identity,
Because I've broken the mould,
In your books,
Yes, I've sold my soul.

~Rei Shiori