Unrequited
/He would never know, empathy
It made him a difficult man.
His needs much greater,
And I was a hater,
That he was his own biggest fan.
In the mirror he’d gaze, adoring
“My, such a beautiful face.”
Not regretting his rancor
That I was an anchor
No feeling of shame or disgrace.
Loving another was fleeting
For a man who loved only himself.
He took all my feelings,
And intimate dealings
Placing them back on the shelf.
Did I ever think I could change him?
Perhaps, I could over time.
I am laughably pissed,
At a true narcissist,
Who put his needs far above mine
By Dawn DeBraal
From: United States
Website: https://www.amazon.com/Dawn-DeBraal/e/B07STL8DLX?