Shears to you

You wanted me to straddle.
A limb in each corner.
One burning with the uninhibited heat
The other, pale in life’s banal never-ending joke.
You enjoyed the tearing, the pulling apart
Not of my body.
Ah but of my dreams.
Do you know what torn hopes look like ?
They are jagged. Shorn. Shook from their mother’s milken tit.
Left to mew in the icy shadow of your shrug.

But I am made of moss and I flourish where roses die.
I don’t cry.
Not for you, you wicked thing.
Made worse by no awareness of your hacking.
A shears sheds no tears when flowers fall.
But I am no flower.
I am the tower.
So shears to you my dear.
Make sure you look me in the eye.
No not down there. Up. Up in the sky.
(C) Slumpless

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Narci-cyst.

This time I take full blame

For playing your game.

I can’t pretend I didn’t see the outcome

Oh and out it came.

The beautiful, searing truth.

The kind that wakes you in the night with disbelief.

Not grief.

I did that before.

How could you be so … so…

So fucking awful. So fucking you.

So fucking what ?

There are no surprises.

So I take full blame.

Add it to the list

Of things that keep happening

With a narcissist.

(C) Slumpless