I don't know why I'm shaking, really I'm not sure,
Why I am feeling like I've never felt before.
Every night I dream of you as the tears roll down my cheek,
Yet I do not wonder about the answer I should seek.
I don't know why I'm writing this poem,
With a red, ashamed face thinking of him,
Every so often I forget and then feel relieved,
Safe from my own hatred and hurt I have received.
I don't know why I feel so transparent and attacked,
And all this pain inside my soul I can no longer retract,
Every second I imagine the simplicity of being without you,
How easy would it be to soar through life without remembering you.
I don't know why the lights are fading through my green eyes,
And why my heart pollutes my thoughts and makes me want to die,
Every day I feel resentment and alarm,
And no matter how people try nothing does calm,
Last thing...
I don't know how to sleep again,
And not feel this tremendous pain,
Across my soul, heart and mind,
Has hard knife wounds which all combine.
