Branded

He carved a word into me that never belonged to my skin— narcissist, as if my heart were hollow, as if my tears were staged. But he never saw the way I broke for him, bled for him, folded myself into shapes just to fit his quiet world. If loving too fiercely is a crime, then let him call me monstrous— but the real cruelty was how easily he named me without ever knowing my soul.