Love

This is what “love” looks like with a narcissist.

Punches to my eyes and to the face.

Learning quickly to conceal, hiding my disgrace.

This is what “love” looks like with a narcissist.

I was merely a tally - on his pile of carcasses.

Body slammed hard to the ground.

My blood seeped and stained the carpet all around.

This is what “love” looks like with a narcissist.

I was merely a tally - on his pile of carcasses.

Broken glass to the throat…

“I love you” were the words that he spoke.

Did I think he was going to end me right there?

I accepted my fate, as if it was my cross to bear.

Not strong enough to see what you did to me. The pain you caused me made you turn and flea! You were never the man!

No, no, no!

No never the man!

You were never the man I made you out to be!

Just a scared little boy with his tail between his knees.

This is what “love” looks like with a narcissist.

I was merely a tally - on his pile of carcasses.

Broken glass to the throat.

“I love you” were the words that he spoke.

Broken glass to the throat!

“Don’t you know I fucking love you!” were the words that he spoke.

This is what “love” looks like with a narcissist.

I was merely a tally - on his pile of carcasses.