(H)ego

“Have you written anything about me?” he asked
and from behind him I heard
a chorus of all my past lovers,
their voices echoing his question,
curious to know how much claim they once had on my heart,
how many letters I strung together to gift them with
but never what remained when they left,
never how many chances I gave,
never a sorry for using me to feed their ego,
never any words
gifted back
to me.

Categories Creative Writing, Poetry, ProseTags , , ,

2 thoughts on “(H)ego

  1. Mmmmmm….this. Yes. So true.

    Like

    1. I would say I’m glad you can relate, but it’s not necessarily the best thing to be able to relate to? Haha thanks for the feedback! Xo

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close