narc
your laughter sweet, yet shadows whispered. too busy chasing your own light, my heart withered. you painted skies in colors so bold, While I faded softly, lost in your hold. i thought it was love. really, really unkind love. only for it to end with leaving me behind. again, and again i recall your beguiling smile, a fleeting illusion, [was it worthwhile?] he's the kind they call a narcissist. me, myself. and i. all me, only i should soar high. sorry, he's a narc in his villain arc.
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