Coup
a reason to believe
a victory I won’t taste
tension in the feelings
a love that’s gone to waste
I feel it in my soul
the words escape my lips
a bloody, useless battle
my mind can’t seem to grip
the air escapes the room
and I can’t seem to breathe
a scar that just won’t heal
a wound that always seeps
a heart that is still screaming
it beats it’s disbelief
never, ever thinking
that you would really leave
no pleasure in the moments
that I once spent with you
the fire that burned inside me
defeated with your coup
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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