I don't know if love is optional or mandatory
But just like any story, it can quickly turn from heaven to purgatory
Like a moth to the flame, your charm drew me into your game
And just like that I fell, having only myself to blame
You were sweet, neat and fit, and loving you I never thought I'd quit
And out of everyone else, you choosing me is still beyond my wit
Two years in, and doubt bloomed where goodness once stood
You were not the same man that once had me wooed
Your only intention was becoming the center of attention
And your grandoisity and conceit brought about our constant contention
You hoarded every conversation and made it revolve around you
And every time the spotlight shone, you were there, as if right on cue
For all your misdeeds, I was always the one to blame
You broke your promises but showed no remorse nor shame
You lied, implied and plainly denied just for the sake of always being right
Your affection was intermittent,
and my novelty seemed to vary every day and night
One day I'd wake up to kisses, the next I'd have my heart shattered to pieces
You always managed to play rescuer, persecutor and victim at such instances
When you were wrong, you'd bring up my flaws for you to feel strong
You always knew the right things to say to have me play along
You knew I was gullible and easily susceptible to you're tricks
But I was done, you had finally made a wound from all the small jabbs and nicks
Givenchy gowns and golden crowns could no longer hide your flaws and failures
I finally saw you for you, a narcissistic and egoistic man who is conceited and delirious
I loved you, I really did, but sometimes love's just not enough
Without trust, compassion and respect, toxicity is all you'd expect
I should have left the moment I started to suspect...
When love's just not enough, walk away and don't look back
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~Narcissism in relationships~
If you ever encounter any red flags that may signify a person is a narcissist, run and don't look back.
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Love,Keaton
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