narcissistic.

he loves my body,

he takes care of it

but i swear to god,

he is not narcissistic

he makes out with me

where the street lights are never lit

but let me plead to you now,

he is not narcissistic

he wrote an erotica about me

masturbated for the sake of it

but i truly believe

he is not narcissistic

he says i have a nice pussy

and my envelope, his tongue can seal it

but the waves of my body, the way i use my tongue freely

that doesn't make him narcissistic

"dear sir, i am not horny."

"oh, i am certain of it."

he has never committed a crime, there's no such thing as rape

he is not narcissistic

my breasts are heavy on my body

my bra unfortunately does not give them a great lift

he enjoys it anyways, he likes to hold them, but i'll say it again

he is not narcissistic

or is he, is it true?

have i, my own true self, been lying all along?

if i hadn't lost my virginity and my hymen wasn't a mess,

i wouldn't have known the definition of the word narcissistic

so let me go to the doctor

i'll let him believe the words i speak, every single bit

cross my legs, hope to die, sink ejaculation and sin in my eye

"oh, answer me, dear doctor, if i am not mad, then why do i know the definition of the word narcissistic?"