(hate) Myself And (Loved) Her Poem by Peter Vector

It kills me,
Every time I close my eyes
No darkness surrounds me,
Just the memory,
Of a dark place in time.

Who was that?
Why would he do such a thing?
It hurts to think about the facts,
How it looks like a dream or movie,
But in realitly it happened, just as the words on this page
Painfully engraved in my thoughts, sleep, and heart.

We want to be together,
But he (me) , is tearing us apart.
The darker side, the true vice causer.
The evil within us all.

Why is he here?
Why am I here?
Why did it happen?
Who am I?