"npd" poems
Will you love me if I said
I have AHDH
(attention deficit hyperactivity disorder)
That I will jump before you speak
Will be impatient to get my way
I can love u and hate you at the same time
I will nod, but not understand.
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I have BPD
(Borderline Personality Disorder)
That I will be so drawn to you
That I'll throw myself at you
That more often than ever
I will question you if you me love too
Then I'll doubt you if you do
I'll accuse you of using me
Then I'll offer myself to be used
I will shunt between 2 shades
There is no grey for me
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I have Bipolar (Disorder)
That my mood swings like a pendulum
That I will drive you mad
Or make you sad
Or I'll laugh till I drop
That you will never understand
Who I am today
Dealing with my situation
Will depress you.
I can literally **** your life out too.
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I have NPD
(Narcissistic Personality Disorder)
That I will always think of me
That my dreams and aspirations will be so big
I wont have time for empathy
That I left my childhood behind
So don't bug me with sensitivity
I am afraid of your committment
Cause no one can hold me still
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I am terminally ill
That my pain is unbearable
My hope has dimmed out too
And I can see no end to my misery
But even though my life's a thread
I really want to have a full life again
I want to be able to trade my pain
If someone would only be game.
But I know it is not possible
Hence I ask for what is
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
You see this world's bursting with people who ache!
You and I have the difference to make.
It is so easy to empathize
With someone who pain is visible in daylight
But spare a thought for those who ache inwardly
Trapped in a battle with their minds eccentricity!
If your courage be so strong
That pain not withstanding you choose to bond
Live that life that gives glory
Share that love, that speaks a story
Love ceaselessly, love like it truly is!
Love above humans no one can
Cause loving like HIM,
Needs a supreme hand!
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
how can you wave your guns
my way and then
say your sorry and that
things will be ok
The buzzing of my phone
makes my heart jump
and knees weak
They call you the NPD
and I the codependent you seek
just one day, one hour or one minute
is too long
I crave and sacrifice my happiness
to hear you say you were wrong
Sorry is said conveniently
when I am asleep
and you need a number
from the phone I wiped clean
I swore I wouldn't fall
for those weightless words
then it would be round….
i lost count, it became absurd
my begging and pleading serves
to make you loathe me more
compulsively driving you away
and into the arms of a *****
Nobody sees you as a villain
Him? But he's just so loud
It gives me the shivers
evil emerges from that shroud.
For when the door is shut
your hands tighten around my neck
no one knows that broken finger
was an act of self defense
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
Narcissistic personality disorder involves a pattern of self-centered, arrogant thinking and behavior, a lack of empathy and consideration for other people, and an excessive need for admiration. Others often describe people with NPD as cocky, manipulative selfish, patronizing, and demanding.
I feel that I am entitled. I need to be the center of attention and recognition needs to be handed to me. Admiration is a most.
I have these implosives that urge me to think, that I deserve more than what I get. I am irrational and over dramatic.
I don’t want to hear it, if it’s not positive or benefits me. I hate hearing the truth and facts,because I hate being in the wrong.
I don’t own up to my own mistakes because I believe, I did nothing wrong. I don’t know why I think this way. I can’t control this way of thinking. It consumes me, and I become this horrible human being. I’m not usually like this, but my state of mind takes over to a narcissistic state of mind.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Why waste poetry on the love of your life?
More life more life
Instead write about that night you ate peanut butter with a butter knife.
Spent four hours contemplating should you eat the whole jar without thinking twice?
Thats not how it works.
Dont think right
Write about the times you dont think right
That time you spent hours on the balcony in the middle of summer.
Not to let your hair down but because you locked the door on your way out.
Hands pressed on the glass with no way out.
More life. More life.
Scream and shout
I love this life!
Get excited about the everyday fight.
To the buzzing blooming confusion that is the love of ordinary life.
Why not waste poetry on the love of life?
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC