It's Not About You

Chizuna san's picture

I wrote this after an ex-boyfriend read some of my poetry on-line (not on here, on Nex) and got extraordinarily huffy, thinking it was about him.

misplaced muses
singing sweetly
eyes as dull as summer lilies

Narcissius, where be your form?
weeping forever over imagined beauty.

sweet summer breeze; the muses sing
still placid
but never knowing
what they are.