I still remember how my heart rate
escalated as we stood there.
I had always been in “love” with you,
and it was “love”, I thought
to be deprived of oxygen and air—
that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling…
that irreparable believing that
everything was fate (and that you had been)
summoned, somehow, by my prayers—
that naïveté,
that airy dream that I was at the heart of your
suave, seductive stare…
blissfully oblivious, unaware, and head strong—
captured by a vicious snare, disguised as a
sick love song…
never once believing you
were just a narcissistic Romeo, all along—
a philanderer, a fuckboy, a
mystic Casanova and
{{Don Juan…}}
and that’s why, as I stood there,
half-cradled only by the icy, lonely,
chauvinistic air,
I finally found the nerve, sparked by the scarlet dawn and your
elusive debonair, to say,
“I love you,”
(to which you grinned,
just as the sky transformed from garnet-red, to blue,) and
muttered back the WRONG three words:
“Why, thank you.”
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
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Author's Note: This poem is part of my "Ghosts of Relationships Past" series, where I reminisce about old love experiences of mine, gone bad. :) ❤️ Follow for more drama!
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This is Poem #6 of my personal "Poem-a-Day" challenge. ☺️ Can I keep it up? We shall see. 🫣 (I'm behind again but...I can probably get two more up today!)
About the Creator
Gina C.
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- Twice-published in Vocal's Moment of Freedom Collection:
Free-Form poet of ethereal style🧚♀️✨
Fantasy writer
A sucker for a good rhyme
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Comments (2)
Oh damn. That ending. Yikes!
That was sooooo heartbreaking! 😭😭😭😭 That's what happens when we're in love with a Narcissist. They're in love with themselves as well.