Roses

I am hurting and nobody cares. Not that I really expect them to be overly concerned. It’s difficult to be empathetic over this situation. He says he’s just not feeling affectionate at this point in his life. Well I have always been absolutely amorous towards him! On top of being a narcissist, my whole mental state is askew. I

t’s annoying. Trying to find my happy place. But my mind is always searching in the dark corners. Uncovering the dust bunnies. Walking through the caverns of my sub conscious with a pen and clip- board, making sure all my ducks are in a row. Then it finds the one duck that is out of line and blasts it into oblivion. And I’m the one, me, left to pick up the broken pieces of a shattered relationship with my piece of mind. However brief, it was beautiful. “But I love you to death.” And what prey tell happens when this love just so happens to be the death of me? The death of my secure peaceful self and the resurrection of a hypersensitive shrew?

Will you still love me tomorrow? Do what you want, because I don’t care. Every once of anger and depression that rages through my soul is the exorcism of my love for you. And when this all-consuming beast has devoured me whole there will be nothing left to love. So it is impossible that you could ever love me to my death. And if it makes you feel any better my empty soul will no longer love you.