The Narcissist and the Empath

Anger and frustration
Spewing from your thin-lipped mouth
Telling me things about myself
That I already knew
Things I would never say
To any human being
That I gave a f**k about
Smell of cigarettes in the air
And whiskey on your breath
Your cruel and empty eyes
Glassy and red from booze
I can still picture your crimson face
Pitying me from the top of the ladder
Where your ego stays most days
Your normal self gone
And a monster in his place
And I let you do it
“He’s just sick”
Spoke highly of you to everyone
Defended you after you apologized
For things you didn’t remember doing
And I couldn’t forget
Replaying over and over in my head
Becoming my worst insecurities
Changing me
I can’t even hate you
Just know I lay here in my room
Thinking of all the things you said
Struggling to tell myself they aren’t true
Picking myself up off the floor isn’t easy
After you flattened me like a pancake
Flip me over to see my dead eyes
And watch the only person that cared
Walk away