Narcissist’s Love 

I love the way I feel when I’m with you.

Seeing myself through your eyes,

Imagining how I look to you.

I love your love.

I love being your mystery, 

Your riddle.

Being what keeps you up at night,

Your obsession,

Your altar, 

Your sacrament, 

Your icon, 

Your miracle. 

Your answer,

Your sacrifice,

Your pain. 

I love breathing your air, 

Sucking your blood, 

Eating your dreams. 

I love being your drug, 

Your razor cut, 

Your suicide note. 

Touch your idol

Let my guilt stain your fingers.

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