You became everything
I prayed I would find,
A perfect reflection
designed for my mind.
Same music. Same sorrow.
Same dreams. Same scars.
You spoke like the moonlight
had handed you stars.
You moved with precision,
too polished, too fast,
Like someone rehearsing
a role meant to last.
At first it felt holy,
like fate in disguise,
But predators often
arrive angel-eyed.
You mirrored my trauma
to open the gate,
Then positioned yourself
inside of my fate.
You studied abandonment,
learned all my fears,
Then weaponized tenderness
throughout the years.
The cruelest manipulators
rarely scream loud,
They hide in compassion,
humility shrouds.
They offer you comfort,
then quietly feed,
Turning emotional hunger
into dependency.
And slowly I noticed
the shifts in your skin,
The masks changing colors
depending who’s in.
No stable reflection.
No grounded identity.
Just fragments of people
absorbed for utility.
That is the tragedy
narcissists bring:
They mimic your soul
while possessing no thing.
A mirror can copy
your movement and grace,
But never possess
a true human face.
So now I move carefully,
guarding my flame,
Because chemistry alone
means absolutely nothing.
And I no longer chase
what sparkles in black,
Because mirrors look beautiful —
but they never love back. 🖤🔥
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:26 PM UTC
You became everything
I prayed I would find,
A perfect reflection
designed for my mind.
Same music. Same sorrow.
Same dreams. Same scars.
You spoke like the moonlight
had handed you stars.
You moved with precision,
too polished, too fast,
Like someone rehearsing
a role meant to last.
At first it felt holy,
like fate in disguise,
But predators often
arrive angel-eyed.
You mirrored my trauma
to open the gate,
Then positioned yourself
inside of my fate.
You studied abandonment,
learned all my fears,
Then weaponized tenderness
throughout the years.
The cruelest manipulators
rarely scream loud,
They hide in compassion,
humility shrouds.
They offer you comfort,
then quietly feed,
Turning emotional hunger
into dependency.
And slowly I noticed
the shifts in your skin,
The masks changing colors
depending who’s in.
No stable reflection.
No grounded identity.
Just fragments of people
absorbed for utility.
That is the tragedy
narcissists bring:
They mimic your soul
while possessing no thing.
A mirror can copy
your movement and grace,
But never possess
a true human face.
So now I move carefully,
guarding my flame,
Because chemistry alone
means absolutely nothing.
And I no longer chase
what sparkles in black,
Because mirrors look beautiful —
but they never love back. 🖤🔥
