Narcissist

Finally, I see you—the grim reaper—emanating death. During the time I spent with you, I always gave you my best. You couldn’t deny that you lavished great pride I was in it, but you simply didn’t care. Why? I wept tears of sorrow as you unapologetically walked away. As if comforting me was time borrowed, just another day. I succumbed to depression; in my vulnerability, you blurted out, “I expect you learned your lesson,” with a cruel shout. Why did you do this to me? What have I done deserving of you? Is it fair to receive such treatment that is so cruel? I was in the shadows, invisible and confused and not understood. It all left me wondering in this mystical darkness of falsehood. Now the shoe is on the other foot you are sobbing? My heart, heavy with sacrifices, ached as you kept robbing. Now you are, pleading, tugging on me desperately asking me not to go. You repeatedly emphasized I was a mistake. You were the trailblazer who paid my way. You insisted no one would love me. I would only cause pain. Now, see who is groaning, pleading, and moaning Malevolence exposed by the light. You were fully aware I was the devoted wife. You held me back, grounding my dreams. You uncaringly clipped my wings. The veil has been lifted. The dynamics have shifted. Regrettably, we both missed it. I refused to endure life with a narcissist.