The Narcissist

Narcotic.

Psychotic.

I was inhaled like a doobie,

Then exhaled like a roach,

You picked me up, and put me down when I needed you most

Then you made me feel special again

I'd never known anything like this,

But I knew I desired you again,

but you were scary,

I knew it was temporary

You made me feel like forever

The last time, you were very clever

The narcissist

That I couldn't resist because you were there for me

Like family to me

Future, past and present

Yet only came to attempt to destroy my destiny

Then you left me for a larger supply

But I understood why

Bigger and bolder

We know narcissists like you

Live like Peter Pan

You never get any older

You keep looking for spaces and places & people to take care

And when the time comes, you never have your share

Or it’s small in comparison to others investment

And even your excuses lack sentiment

You never got any older

Now you pretend to love young

And the confusion came because your sprockets sprung

All over the place

Running in invisible race

Trying to figure out when and what doors to unlock

What packages to open?

Which one was gift box?

Because the holidays are coming

And we all expect something

Gifts wrapped up, yet it might be nothing

Clamoring to solve all this,

Oh, the narcissist,

Tormented

That's why I lamented

The loss of someone dying

That’s really living

And the pain of letting go

When I'm used to giving

You are a shell of your former self you're incapable of loving anyone else,

But the one thing you did teach me was how to love myself.

Thank you.

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