My Soul Laid Bare

If I so much as read her name my heart stops,
there's a catch in my breath, my stomach ties in knots.
These pains are starting to get old.
I don't understand the power she holds.
It should be said that I respect no one more than her.
I see how hard she works, and wonder what she endures.
And there was that time I first felt the click,
While in her car she put in her wacky music.
She started seeing somone new- I didn't know 'til recently.
I still say my "hello's" and "how are you's" out of decency.
I haven't seen her in a few days, wich was easier at first.
But I soon felt trapped in a desert, dying of thirst.
When I do see her again, for wich I yearn,
like any good medicine, I know it will burn.
Out of frustration from this sad affair,
I pen my soul, and lay it bare.
I hate that I feel this twisted confusion.
I've lost a small part of my self from this intrusion.
I do have my hope, that one day she'll care,
and read a poem titled "My Soul Laid Bare".