The Dark Side of July: Portrait of a Narcissist
When you left, you left me a shambles.
Up was down and down was up.
You were so matter-of-fact.
“I’ve found someone,” you said.
After eating a meal I had prepared
And paid for.
While I languished in hospital
You were seeing her.
What did you tell her?
That we were over?
Not entirely true.
So she pursued you
And you made it so easy.
I was old news
While she was fresh supply.
You didn’t even try
To resist her charms.
No, you moved straight into her arms,
Put me on the shelf.
As always, it was all about yourself.
I won’t wait for this to fade.
Not now, not ever.
You think you’ve got it made.
But you're really not that clever.
Well, buddy, keep on living a lie
‘Cause it’s the dark side of July.
Ever hear of Karma?
Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2023
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