You say you're finished.
You want me out of your life.
My heart has shattered.
It all changes then.
It's instant frustration, grief.
You don't look at me.
Betrayal suits this.
It's a good definition.
I think I've been shot.
Your words are like an
Old, worn jazz record scratching,
My world halts in shock.
This can't happen now.
I tried to repair our love,
Yet you still refuse.
I won't believe it.
I can't stand your lying mouth,
But you speak the truth.
It's all over now:
The sweet love, the warm passion,
The struggle and pain.
You're letting me go.
I can't move or think or speak.
This simply can't be.
YOU ARE READING
Aphrodite
Poetry"There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard: the holy or the broken, 'Hallelujah.'"- Leonard Cohen The poems in this series center on two characters: I, the speaker, and You, the speaker's subject. I is not a specific...
