Mr narcissist the wicked man

Mr narcissist the wicked man

He was poison

but I drank it like wine

willingly eyes wide open.

I was a game called hurt he love it.

all charm and damage

in the same breath

loud in the room

soft in the lie

he took

and took

and I let him

he hurt me badly

I saw through it

every trick, every twist

Yet the way he lit a room

then left it cold

how he made me feel

lucky

to be less than him

he wore love like armour

used mine like rope

and when he smiled

I forgot what he’d done

again

he wasn’t kind

wasn’t good

wasn’t true

but he was mine

in some twisted way

and I miss that

it was a online thing

we never met yet he hurt me.

I miss the chaos

the crash

the way he made silence feel full

the way he showed his temper was bad.

he was a nasty narcissist

so why do I miss him

why do I still reach

for someone

who never once reached back

I am glad we never met.

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