Poem: Killing the pain of loving a narcissist

Update 10/3/14: This poem got praise at the second or third Writer’s Club meeting I attended, in the summer of 2013.  One comment: “That’s what it’s like.”  More than one person in that meeting had experienced narcissists.  It also got praise when I posted it on Facebook.  🙂

The unicorn is a metaphor for the love I once felt for my friend Richard.  It symbolizes what we all feel when we care about a narcissist in some way, when we try to conquer our feelings with the reality of the situation, but struggle because we still remember the “honeymoon period.”

Killing the pain of loving a narcissist

I must stab the beautiful unicorn which I adored
Must carve, must saw, must impale
Cut out the heart

And why?
Because it’s not a unicorn at all
This marble coat of white,
This burnished horn of bronze,
The deep brown eyes with their hypnotic, innocent gaze–
It’s all unseelie fairy glamour

Inside is a black-hearted ghoul
One false move and it will drag you into the water
It will pull you under

The waves over your head
And you stare up at them
As your life drains down to the bottom of the sea
And the sun shines on the top of the water
And you wonder what just happened

 

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4 Comments

  1. The love I felt has always been the same, I can’t help but feel this bitter sweet pain. You picked me up and let me fall. Made me feel big to making me feel small. I opened up my heart, just for it to be teared out. Still in love with the man that I doubt. I cant forget you, I’ve tried and tried. If I did that would mean I lied. It hurt me to say goodbye, but now I fly like a butterfly,but still weap, miss you so much I cannot sleep. but to be happy I had too fly. I gave up everything for you I would die. My true love, my king, for you I’d do anything. to keep you happy, I made myself sad. A thousand tears I cry knowing you didn’t love me, I still stayed knowing that you wouldn’t even hug me. I made a promise I never will forget but it may be a promise one day I’ll regret. Memories and pictures is all I have left. Your name is my favourite name, not having you here isn’t the same. I’ve moved on now but it will never be the same. Loosing you is bitter sweet pain.

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