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?