Conversations with the Ego

This whole time I believed you were here for me and I you but as it turns out, I'm only here for you. I am a slave to your every whim clinging for the moment to express. It was I who stood by you when you were wrong on multiple occasions. It was I who fought along side your winning battle. It was I who comforted your tempered soul when comfort was a luxury. It was I who open room for voice unheard and wisdom yet learned for the journey afoot. You kept me from the best parts of you while holding me accountable for the follies created by you. If I were strong enough I'd let you go but who would I be then? I've subscribed to your poison because it takes so sweet like your promised lips. There are no winners here.
I've tortured long enough the heavy head which hangs on your bedpost for safe keeping. My body no longer responds to the once intoxicating respite we named sacred. I too have become disenchanted by my own pitiful actions to keep appearances. So much has transpired between us I am unsure if I will be able to separate what is real and what I made up to sustain. Either way, its time we part ways for a healthier future. My heart you will keep. My spirit is free again.