DisdainA Poem by Laura KateThe narcissist and the empath
These tears
will be the last ones that I cry for you. That pain in my throat I realise now it's not love like you said it was it is disdain. Disdain for the pain, for the way you'd scream my name and for the blame which you sow into ever word you throw at me. The words you spit hurtling towards me like a tonne of bricks. The passion you have I realise is not passion like you told me, it is anger. Anger, that you stamped down on me like the midnight sea drunk in its own darkness gaining momentum so that it can pound all of its might back down onto the cliffs in a fit of rage. The destruction you leave behind I was always trying to clear walking away this time with my very last tear I think how sad I am for you and how much happier I could be. Wiping the final tear from my chin I think of me and promise this to be the last time that I think of him.
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4 Reviews Added on June 5, 2019 Last Updated on June 15, 2019 Tags: pain, abuse, relationship, narcissist, empaths, empathy, understanding, rage, temper, anger, passion Author
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