I cried for hours,
I waited for your reply,
I went through what had happened over and over in my head.
'Okay, I messed up. Not entirely, but I'm going to own my part.
I'll meet him tomorrow and make everything right.' I thought.
I toss and turn in my bed.
I huff because I am not able to get some rest.
It feels like tomorrow is a very important test.
I see him walking towards me in his Red shirt.
'No, not red. Not today.' I whined.
Because if I failed to make it right,
it would hurt more.
Then my eyes fall to the people around you-
the other girls.
You were laughing and smiling with them.
'You also look like you've got a good night's sleep.
Should have seen that coming.'
I talk, I wanted you to listen, I pleaded,
'I'm not going to beg you to stay.'
But you didn't even listen to what I had to say.
You just walked away, making me feel rejected, small, unheard, and disrespected.
I tried to state what you did wrong, I tried to accept what I did wrong.
But you just made me feel like the only one who was wrong was me.
***
This is how a confrontation or a conversation with the narcissist, about something that the narc did wrong would go like. I brought light on to how his actions were hurting me, and making me feel unimportant. But he just got defensive and started blaming me for his actions.
I wasn't aware of the existence of such a demon called a narcissist. But I know now; I've done my research.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
