The narcissist

I never stole anything from you, except your heart

How many lies turn hate into love?

Tiny pieces of your self are now mine.

I’ll use them when I need them and throw them away when I don’t.

I never promised anything deep,

I’ll deny everything and say it was all in your mind.

My lies are killing you, and I am not concerned

It doesn’t matter, because I don’t care.

You gave me all you had to give; once I devoured it, it became nothing,

Goodbye my sweet flower. You have been plucked.

You have been fucked. On to the next.

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