Narcissism

You wear the spaces of our silences in your eyes

Till I no longer wonder about your soul, or your mind.

Your narcissism spirals

And your stare pierces through me like a sharp arrow

I used to wonder what would happen if you suddenly died.

How much easier would have been my life?

The hatred I feel for you served on a silver platter,

The resentment became so real your illusions shattered.

And your self-pity erupts my anger

The thoughts I harbor will always linger

The ugliness of your soul will wither

Till your face dries up and no one will defend her,

The one who reaps and destroys

With her awful lies and conversations

And those conversations give way

to murder enticing stares

Till even glances are unbearable

The words that come out your thin mouth intolerable

Hatred grows stronger till it smells of rust and dying things.

Every time you speak an angel loses its wings