"Please. Explain what you feel?
…
How do you feel?

What do I feel?
What do you mean, ‘what do you feel?’
My stomach is churning, tying, and tossing.
What do I mean by this?
I mean:

I was told I shouldn’t fall in love, but I did.
I was told, but only from those who forbade it.
I was told I shouldn’t fall in love, but I did.
I was told, but I had fallen in and slid.
I was told I shouldn’t fall in love, but by God I did.

How do I feel?
What do you mean, ‘how do you feel?’
I feel ghastly, unpleasant.
What do I mean by this?
I mean:

I sense I shouldn’t, but I do.
I shouldn’t feel the need to care about you.
I sense I shouldn’t, but I do.
I shouldn’t sob because we’re through.
I sense I shouldn’t, but by God I do.

Spinning, spiraling, sacrificing.
The words you spit like fire are agonizing;
The reason why I’m writing,
Is so I feel less like I’ve been dehumanizing.
So I don’t feel like I’m dying,
Because of all the crying.

Actions speak louder than words,
But I believe words express more than actions;
It’s funny how your smallest attractions,
Became my biggest distractions.
How much of your abstractions,
Sent me down, crashin.
They say there’s pain within beauty,
But there’s only beauty within pain;
So tie me up in chains,
And put me on your little paper airplane,
Then send me soaring in vain,
So you don’t have to deal with me or the pain.

My heart is broken,
So are the others of broken hearts,
You make me feel sadness, but so much more remorse,
You have this gravitational force,
It has nothing but my voice, hoarse,
It’s like you’re making me sprint an insane course.

What do I feel?
What do you mean, ‘what do you feel?’
My stomach is churning, tying, and tossing.

How do I feel?
What do you mean, ‘how do you feel?’
I feel ghastly, unpleasant.
What I mean?

Let’s put it this way,
I feel,
Betrayed."