Alan R

To the narcissist

And fragile

And broken

And dead

Oh no, not me

You, who made this bed

To sleep alone, to stay cursed

I haven\'t come across anything that\'s worse

Blame me for why

I couldn\'t survive the vacuum 

Of your being

Why your beautiful hell

Didn\'t do me well

Out of your nothing, I grew out

To find what this life is all about 

But you dear, return to bed

Maybe one day you wake up

With a real tear to shed

And I am already, long long gone

All that\'s left in me, is this spiteful song

To your nothing, I give nothing 

The joy of your absence is in my wings.

 

-Al