Hello, ex-lover, are you fine?
I cherished your wisdom, thinking you are divine.
But it was all your game,
While I supported your passion, you set my future aflame.
I fell for your mind, not your face,
While you craved my body, and left me in empty space.
I cherished your voice, though it silenced mine,
And only sought your hand, neither gifts nor wine.
I yearned for a dance, oh, how love can blind,
As you danced over my trust, stabbing me from behind.
I wished for your presence, every single day,
And you craved my flesh in a lusted way.
I loved your flaws, saw the beauty within,
While you cursed my whole existence, as if I was a sin?
My love for you surpassed your own self-esteem,
While you made me despise my own dream.
I craved your warmth, you left me cold and shaken,
I embraced your silence as well, but you left me heartbroken.
I dreamt of concerts, and you wished for rain,
I dreamed of love's garden, you wished for its bane.
I yearned for a home, you built a prison cell,
While i showed you sunsets, you brought me darkness to dwell.
I saw my world in you, but you had your own,
I gave you roses, you made sure thorns were sown.
I turned your dreams into reality, and you fed my fears,
I showed love's true form, you revealed your narcissism's tears.
I aimed to conquer the world, by your side,
And you let insecurities eat me alive.
But wait, this isn't the end, if I could love a narcissist truly,
Then how much better can I love me?
I stood up strong, and the rain did cease,
Flowers bloomed, my heart found its Peace.
Dreams may delay, but they're not entombed,
I searched for love wrong, in myself it's resumed.
Until I realized the greatest love of all,
Is self-love, staying strong and to stand tall.
I'll write a new chapter, just for me,
And cherish my existence forever till eternity.
- Author: Serene ( Offline)
- Published: February 6th, 2024 13:18
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 13
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments3
All the best wishes
"I gave you roses, you made sure thorns were sown" I resonate with this line all too well, Isn't that how it goes.. I'm glad you're able to finally save some roses for yourself! 🥀🌹
My sister married one such person. He took from her the best of her. I know hate is a strong word, so I'll not use it on him. But I'll also not mourn his passing. That type of person is a walking disease. Glad you're happier today. 👍
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