A Narcissist's Rage

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

I suffered narcissistic abuse in my youth. Its effects still make healthy relationships difficult, even as an adult.

A Narcissist’s Rage

 

Big and dark and seething,

He lit a fire in me.

Painfully intriguing,

I should have let him be.

He touched me so gently,

Making me feel small,

A sensation of heat,

Not unpleasant at all.

I sensed his pressing anger,

The signs were all right there.

The world had done him wrong,

And left him void of care.

He’s frightening and cold.

A patch of stinging nettle.

Deeply damaged and flawed.

The pot accusing the kettle.

He finds punishment arousing,

My pain on which to dine

He’s loath to accept his faults,

Though inclined to exhibit mine.

Intimidated by women,

And more intimidated in bed,

He injures with his words,

So I’ll remember those instead.

The chip on his shoulder

Weighs him to his fours

While love seems to elude him,

He calls all women whores.

He says, “You’re wrong, you’re wrong.”

Though he will never be.

I am the mirror he derides,

His problem is not me.

He embarrasses, he punishes

His superiority misplaced

Shrinking in his coil,

His failures yet unfaced.

Of his own poor decisions,

His memory will lapse,

He might die alone, unloved

Remembered by me, perhaps.


Submitted: October 20, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Rubi Stiles. All rights reserved.

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