You were my first love.
I watched safe and warm from my crystalline room when you visited the doctor
And I was there when the news first arrived that you were pregnant.
I felt you cry.
I was there as you tried to explain me to your dad, helpless with your lost innocence,
And I was there when your boyfriend disowned you, scared of his mistake.
I felt you suffer.
I watched your desperate sobs as you took pain-killer after pain-killer;
I knew you from the inside out, but you didn't want me.
I felt your pain.
I understood when you wouldn't take responsibility for what you had done.
You didn't know it, but I just wanted you to be happy.
I felt that you weren't ready.
I watched from my silver cocoon as you finally made your decision.
Once it was done, your heart beat with relief and mine finally stopped.
And I felt nothing.