Narcissistic Charmer

Leaving it anything but obvious, I’ve been wading through a trail of tears while waiting for your phone call, hoping you’d notice my cut because I taste blood when you bleed; with one last breath in me, I’d die before I let you leave. Molecules race through my body, especially my brain; hating to hate you is an emotional kaleidoscope, mirroring what you want me to be.

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