The Narcissistic fake
A narcissist so fake, so bright,
His touch was deadly, soft yet cruel,
A poison hidden in each duel.
With every kiss, a silent blow,
A seed of doubt began to grow.
His hands, so gentle, made me fall,
But each caress concealed it all—
The need to break me, steal my light,
To turn my day into endless night.
I gave him all, my heart, my trust,
But in his grasp, it turned to dust.
His touch, a weapon veiled in grace,
Left scars that time can’t erase.
Deadly was the love he gave,
A path that led me to the pain
Of hope and peace, now lost in vain,
Left with the echo of his name.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Yes, you got to be very careful with those narcissistic people out only for themselves. Good work.