It was a selfless act on your part, a narcissistic one as well.
Like a moth to a flame, like rain to a wilting flower,
You and I were superglue.
Stuck together just like inseparable twins,
We weren't to know of the pain yet to be unleashed.
It was a friendship that sparked from what you used to do,
Who you used to be,
Before the world tore away the beloved person I had come to call
My "Best friend".
Right before your sparking ego
Set light to your desperate soul and took over everything of which made you so very lovable to me.
So I only suppose that it was both such a narcissistic act
And a selfless one as well
When you unleashed your inner pride, your inner ego, your desperate callings for
Popularity
And I was thrown to the dust.
Coughing up your dirt had never tasted quite so bitter
And so unsurprising at the same time.
With that, you ripped apart the superglue.
Left me flailing against strings of broken promises and distrust.
While you battled the new life you had come to adore built on
Pride. And such a sparking, ferocious, flame spitting ego.
Your sparking ego, was both so narcissistic and selfless at the same time.
YOU ARE READING
"My bad!"
Poetry"I'll say it for the thousandth time!" I gritted my teeth and tilted my head upwards to see their faces. "I'm sorry!" My lips trembled and I had to blink a couple times before the tears cleared. - Pfft! Talk about making an apology dramatic, right...
