Narcissists Blues

The longing of a safe love almost ended him.

A child inside screaming to heal,

To let go of the idea of repentance.

Oh, sing the blues again!

Repeat the part were he yells his disappointment.

Sing the part were he’d whine about his

Never-ending torments,

That being far greater than the hell he unleashed

Within me.

There he left me,

At the verge of breaking.

Failing to comprehend his ways.

Understanding the individual,

To nurture the parts he tainted;

While forgiving the parts that’s broken

In him.