Maybe there are nights.
When he wakes up
Gasping for breath
Struggling with the past
Battling the memories
Of the things he had done
Maybe he does
The same thing she does
Lays there at night
Going over everything
In his mind
Cursing himself for what he did
When he poured
One too many
Thinking it would be
Just a little fun and games
Maybe he regrets
Pulling her away
Taking things too far
Leaving her with invisible scars
Maybe he fights himself
Just the same way
She fought him
The way she fights him now
When she shuts her eyes
Or shuts a door
Without any escape
Maybe he wishes
He could change
Everything that happened that day
Maybe he does
But he’ll never tell her
And she won’t tell him
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