The Narcissistic fake
A narcissist so fake, so bright,
His touch was deadly, soft yet cruel,
A poison hidden in each duel.
With every kiss, a silent blow,
A seed of doubt began to grow.
His hands, so gentle, made me fall,
But each caress concealed it all—
The need to break me, steal my light,
To turn my day into endless night.
I gave him all, my heart, my trust,
But in his grasp, it turned to dust.
His touch, a weapon veiled in grace,
Left scars that time can’t erase.
Deadly was the love he gave,
A path that led me to the pain
Of hope and peace, now lost in vain,
Left with the echo of his name.
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