That night I asked

and you answered

I knew then

you had read me

my Miranda Rights

I have the right to remain silent

To move in silence

from that day forward

Anything I say

can and will

be held against me

Except it wasn’t in a court of law

It was your mind

I had the right to happiness

But was too weak to afford it

So you provided it

on your terms

You win

I let you shoot my second arrow

It was supposed to be mine

To mold and shape

as I needed

I handed it to you

You shot

Forever distorting the senses

of illusion I created

I was supposed to choose how to

feel and react to the first arrow

Still I chose you

not knowing it was poisoned

before you shot

I thought those were the last words

your last words

They echo in my head

as I stare back at you

with a dead face

How do you walk the line

When it's a circle?