Magician
my heart bleeds before you
you do not see or choose to overlook
oblivious to my wounds
how can you be so blind?
how can you be so detached?
how could I have been such a fool?
smoke and mirrors
sleight of hand, a magician
twisting my fate
I stumble out of the darkness of this relationship
and into the blinding light of day
the fog clearing from my mind, perspicacious once again
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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