Narcissus.

He died of unsatisfied desire, his decaying body feeding the ground that gave life to his flower incarnate.

All is fair in love,

in war

but not all circumstances.

For my love is not of

the norm:

conventional romances.

 

Unlike you, I can't

confess

my love to this said person.

My reality is on a slant;

obsess,

and the condition worsens.

 

But I can't help

if all

perfection lies solely in me.

Can't you tell I am

enthralled

by what my eyes forever see?

 

You don't understand

that I

am my own best friend.

Someone who always will

be by

me till the end.

 

Have you figured out

just yet

who said-mystery-lover could be?

You ought to do a

soul search,

too; pay attention to what you see.

 

I am in love with my own self,

my definition of perfection.

There'll always be me, myself, and I...

For I

am in love

with my

reflection.

Author's Note

If any of you know the story of Narcissus... bravo. (:

Reviews

[Tori]

Narcissus is definitely one of my favorite stories. I feel like you captured the very essence of the tale and made it into this exquisitely written poem. I love the rhythm of the words and how nicely this flowed. Great job! You're a very talented writer!

[J.A.Thompson]

very nice, i like how the words flow from one to another.
i have heard the story of narcissus, i do enjoy it. most greek and roman mythology interests me.
indeed, this is very interesting. great write =D.

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

I do know of narcissus.. one of my favorites
I have even written about him..if you get a chance read OViD#1
It is about Narcissus and Echo..although it's not such a bad thing to love oneself..any how interesting write. well done..I like to think many people will know who Narcissus is..