"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.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
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
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC