I've felt the calm before the storm...
A sweep of fear
For the not yet known.
His reactions can go one way or the other,
Depending on the strength inside my lover.
Somehow I knew he'd be weak,
Yet curiosity urged me
To pursue what I seek.
My words, they were shaky,
They spat, then they'd sputter,
The forcing of the questions
I found myself mutter.
I soon felt the pain
To a heart sliced like butter,
As his angry voice spoke
With words from the gutter.
My knees began shaking,
My palms filled with sweat,
I realized I messed up,
And this day I'd regret.
Why then, I wondered,
Couldn't I keep things inside?
Was it the curious nature?
Or stubborn pride?
I uttered, "I'm sorry,"
But it was too late...
For his anger had grown larger,
And he'd shut his heart's gate.
Now I face the after-math, fate,
Where feelings of hurt, frustration, 
And helplessness relate.