The Narcissist

The Love


It’s been months 

And you still seem to get the best of me.

You’ve already taken my sleep patterns

And bested them with misery.


Late nights awake,

Wondering about your tongue, a snake

Whispering sweet nothings about something

That has everything to do with anything.

And I am still wondering what I did to deserve it.


You choked me in my sleep with selfish good times

On the screen of other women, 

Different states, sharing what was mine.

It was never really mine.


All of the money I didn’t have 

Went into what you needed to have

To be better than that

But worse that this.


You bled me dry of everything and 

Continue to scrape at the bones with long nails

Sharpened to a fine point

With the blade you shoved into my back
Months ago.


I remember the nights you’d whisper

“I love you so much”

But that was code for “take care of me.”

And I fell for the sentiments,

Because it complimented my resentment.

No one had been content with my affection.


I wanted to love so badly that

I let this cliche contemporary relationship

Slip through the dip in my hip

Drip, Drip, Drip

Like liquid, your lies slide off my body

And I am clean from the dark

Because a serpent tongue like yours

Has cut deep enough.

I am done falling apart.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To the guy who broke me in more than my finances, fuck you.

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