That’s Her! the narc trilogy

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Summary

A collection of poems about survival, narcissism, love, heartbreak, and healing

Genre
Poetry/Drama
Author
Zainab
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
6
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

A Mirror

I came back to where pain in painted in many colors

Sometimes it's so much gold and silver,

Like a pirate's nightly wet dream

On days, it's a blinding bright yellow,

Like innocence was at the realm's gate

The door I walked out from, with glee all over me

It was the same one I walked in, empty handed

Everything was a mistake, I made them so cleanly

All that felt right every single time,

Falling perfectly,

As though I finally chose the right path this time

Yet it crumbled down so fast

I blinked my eyes,

And I was on the bare ground, naked;

So, I came back...

At first, it was sleepless nights and endless crying

I couldn't figure out where I went wrong and why

Everyone was so happy to have me, but me?

I could barely smile, I just don't know why

The guilt and shame consumed me,

I failed again– like every other time

But let's exhale, I quietly thought

Ease my mind; silence it for a moment

Clarity wasn't one of the gifts I had yet,

The rose colored glasses looked too good on me

Gradually, I put down the dagger and calmly walked

My feet leading me to where I needed to go,

Where I needed to be,

And then we talked...

“You brought joy everywhere you went

When you wanted to steal a little for yourself

They all said you were selfish; you are no friend

So, you continued sharing yourself- as you promised

Breaking parts of you to give it to the whole table,

Making sure no one is left

When you ran dry, and had nothing left to give

You went to the man who swore to be your fill

Little did you know, he was the hungriest of them all

He wanted more of you than you could give,

But your generosity never fails, does it?

He kept taking all that he could until his ego was full,

You came back emptier than ever; dry as a desert.

Look around you, no one cares,

hey see you cry, but turn a blind eye,

Because we are here to dance– come on, dance..."