I'm shaking
with my eyes closed,
the sky is cloudy and you are far away
talking about what happened to you,
trying to arrange your words
so you won't hurt me that much, that much
and I'm still shaking.
Holding hands, and very carefully
you two kissed quietly,
where there was no light.
And it's kind of funny the way you tell me about it,
as if you were telling me that you have thought,
that you have decided
that we should remain friends
and I'm here, shaking and crying.
I had sworn to myself I was never going to cry
listening to all these words I don't want to hear,
tearing me apart, begging you
and trying to make you remember,
but you only say, "I'm hanging up".