I could write love poems for days Yet not once have I been in love (With someone else that is) I could write a book of sonnets With no one to recite them to (Except to myself of course) I can preach about the danger in our love And the joys in our heartache Because I am a Narcissist who hates myself I am an utmost contradiction An antithesis, an oxymoron (or maybe just a ***** full stop) Either way I have loved myself The way the moon loved the sun And yet I've destroyed myself The way Mt Visuvius destroyed pompeii Relentless, and still gentle, A beautifully tragic mess. Self love turns to self hate With the flip of a switch of my bedroom lights Light turns to dark And I turn into my own worst nightmare Becoming my own demons And when morning comes And I'm so bloodied and bruised, Ill nurse my broken body tenderly Reviving my former self I'll look in the mirror and see The only friend, the only lover, the only person That has ever stayed And i'll remember why I love who I am And how I am strong, Stronger than my demons, Than my own thoughts , And stronger than myself.