you were the worst kind of weed...
not the kind you could buy
and enter a glorious high,
but the kind that infested the roots of my being,
the kind that rotted my branches,
and extinguished my relationships with the leaves
one
by
one
they fell...
but it didn't matter, because you were the only thing i was allowed to think about
- dating a narcissist
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The Healing
Poetrya collection of poetry written in my healing process after toxic relationships, grief and trauma
