just when I think that this must be the limit to your narcissism
you show me that it isn't
you're so good at playing the blame game
because it's always someone else's fault and not yours
everything i love becomes the problem
but the real problem here is you
your god complex and your deluded fantasies are ludicrous
you think i'm nothing without you,
but i'm everything without you
you don't know me but have the audacity to say that you do
but if you really did know,
you would've left me alone
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poezjaan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
