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Just a poem about inverted narcissist and other things of the like. |
| I could be an inverted narcissist...I would never know Then I'd have a reason for why i say i love you so So many details i tend to forget, That we are strangers In a not so strange way we met But what's the danger Should i be scared of my regret Or should i acknowledge this... That I'm outside of the normalcy Of the inner weirdness I truly miss So many stories that pass us by Yet, in denial I don't believe That i can even begin to try And see that they all end the same Am i selfish... Maybe not... But all the mystery and exploring Enlightens me and tells me That our history suffers from youthful maturing But i am selfish to assume you would never change Because you are a narcissist all the same So from afar i can calmly see What used to be close still remains What used to be |