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"narcopath" poems
That's not what I meant to say. I know my words glide through your flesh like a hot knife through soft butter, But we both know that muscle only bows to a master outside... That demon that lies sleeping beneath a cavern of insecurity inside my skull Pledges loyalty to only one master And you know I don't like to talk about him. I speak for redemption. I can't live my life knowing that everyone knows what I am. Vindicate me so that I can get a moment of sleep and maybe then I won't hate you so much. Sure, I'd like to crush your teeth out of your head, But what would that do but send you into swirling fits, Speaking blasphemous truths through your gums, beating? Say you forgive me. I deserve it. I need it and you know you need it. Quid pro quo. Let me hurt you so you can forgive me. Vindicate me. You need to forgive like I need forgiveness.
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
Narcopath
Forth and back so on and so forth Madness masking more madness When a narcissist cries. . . Big, fat, salty Crocodile tears of self love For you to appreciate their               Sensitivity So insightful through the most insidious of manipulations Unaware, blissfully, so blissfully you stay unaware In some emotional waiting room Preparing for an appointment That was never made Not for you anyway You're just the vessel My ride to the store Paradoxically To the narcopath. . . Self love is Self loathing Self loathing's Self love Those who crave pity Must first devour all of their own Then starve at too young an age From loving themselves Much too much Behind a shattered enough stage A mess at the start Even cats need learn their own claws Professional confidence from something Re-sewn, sutured, glued, reassembled From pure disaster into smooth alabaster Sharp at the edges, dangerous This insightful love of the narcopath Fierce now unbroken Statuesque Whole and all powerful Distorted fully to experience zero reality Floating among humans In irrelevant situations A deep love shared for the glory Of one With the strength Of one thousand suns Be careful Those little emo black holes, ha, They'll swallow your *** whole
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
Narcopath