Narcissist
A twisted love story.
This story is about a boy that loves a girl, they fell fast in love, but he wasn’t from the US- he’s from the country above.
He moved to the states, where he asked her to wed, but something didn’t feel right her gut had said.
He loved her so much, he wanted her all to himself, so he made sure she cut out everyone else.
They’re two kindred souls, bonded by the trauma.. but the holes in the walls started not to be worth to the drama.
The highs were high and the lows were low, she felt trapped, and had no where to go.
Screaming and crying the neighbors would hear, bruises on her arms & face started to appear...
As hard as it was, one morning she broke free, she was able to let go, and was happy as can be.
It took some time to find herself, she learned that putting her worth first was best for her health.
About the Creator
Emily Samuel
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Comments (2)
Well done! Lots of compassion for you here.
Powerful poem, beautifully written with strength & hope. If this autobiographical, I'm glad you were able to extricate yourself from sick, potentially dangerous situation. I've known so many people who cannot find a way to leave, who don't have the means, or a place to go, or just afraid--of what he/she might do, of being alone, of losing the kids, where the money will come from, of what others might think or say.... Working with shelters, meeting broken families who are finding a way to get back on their feet, to mend, is a powerful thing. Thank you for writing this. Editorial Question: In the fourth stanza where you say, "They’re two kindered souls...," do you mean "kindred" or do you mean to have us slur our way through it as though it's meant ironically?