YOU'RE LOSING ME
			          As I think by myself
			          and suffer from the doubt
			          that you've sown within my mind
YOU'RE LOSING ME
			          'Love you' 
			DON'T SAY THAT
			           how can you expect me to believe? 
YOU'RE LOSING ME
			           how can you expect me to be happy
			to not fake every smile
			           after you've admitted that? 
YOU'RE LOSING ME
			           technicalities don't matter when you've promised
			even if it was so insignificant; 
			           even if all it secured was your title as 'mine'.
YOU'RE LOSING ME
			           In the depths of my mind, 
			           I can no longer trust you unconditionally.
			You brought it upon yourself
			           when you broke ever rule I administer to even myself.
YOU'RE LOSING ME
			          Even worse, I can't fault you...
			What can I expect? 
			          That the person I love
			          would not fit the stereotypes? 
			         Would not knowingly cause me pain? 
			Would not take advantage of the fact
			          that I wasn't officially yours? 
YOU'RE LOSING ME
			          Don't you hear the words
		         screaming through my mind? 
			          Her ongoing chant as she
			          listens to your cries: 
YOU'RE LOSING ME
			          It doesn't matter that what she says
			          should not be thought—
			if the accompanying accusations
			          prove true.
			          I'd rather give her the satisfaction
			than be blind.
YOU'RE LOSING ME
			         So hurry up
			and dispel my doubt, 
			         my love, 
			         before her mantra
			         becomes the requiem: 
                                                                      'YOU'VE LOST HER...'                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    