He Really Did Love Me

A short poem about a conversation I had with a friend when the conversation turned to our exes and regrets

He Loved Me a Lot

“he loved me a lot”

you said as you searched the bottom of a bottle

for your desperate answers

“he really did love me a lot”

you told me as you scraped the razors across your skin

“he loved a lot”

you whispered to yourself,

late at night�"as the tears and trembling rocked through you

“he loved me a lot”

you chose to type those words to someone behind a screen,

feeding the ghost of him with your lies and delusions

“he really did love me a lot”

then where is he?

 

Reviews

[Cobblestone Traveler]

"Feeding the ghost of him"
Man oh man can I relate. The emotion shines through and the pain is felt. Excellent job.

[Adam Adams]

Love's mysterious. It doesn't ev'n know what to know, and what to not; who to make love with, and to whom to not. Kinda very deep, and heartfelt poetry you've come up with. Well written around!

[APOORVA]

then where is he ?
the real question.
blown away with this piece of yours.

[Asya Kardzhaliyska]

Thank you so much!

[J Johnson III]

A very true question that I think many people are afraid to answer. Good read.

[Asya Kardzhaliyska]

Thank you! I'm glad that you enjoyed it!