Eclipsing the Narcissist: A Love Unrequited
This poem takes a journey through heartache, self-love, and growth; it illuminates the path from narcissistic affection to self-empowerment, embodying the transformation of a woman who refuses to settle for less, rejecting a love that isn’t mutual or respectful.
Don’t tell me you love me, don’t profess it with your serpentine tongue, for it’s a song you sing only to yourself in the mirror’s echo. You, in your self-adoration, are blind to the love outside your own reflection. You seek it only as a moth seeks the flame, not to share warmth but to absorb it, to suck it dry until only cold ashes remain.
For I have a love that’s as vast as oceans, as deep as the mariana trench, as powerful as the sun itself. A love that could be offered to the starved souls and mend their hollow hearts, to the disheartened wanderers and guide them home. My love, like an endless stream of midsummer light, could illuminate every hidden alley, every cobblestone pathway, every window-pane in this sprawling, restless city.
Yet you ask for it, not to bask in its luminosity but to quench your own darkness. Your love is a black hole, consuming all that enters, giving nothing back. As galaxies fall into your gravity, you still seek more, more. And here, you ask me to sacrifice my stars, my planets, my moons, for your insatiable hunger.
Please, don’t ever expect me to beg for a small crumb of your love, a half-hearted morsel tossed carelessly in my direction. For my love is a feast, a banquet, a carnival of affection, not to be rationed or rationed out but to be shared and savored. I deserve a love as grand, as complete, as satisfying as the one I offer.
I love myself too fiercely, too passionately, too fully to ever accept less. I am a bud, ready to burst into bloom, ready to unfurl my petals and expose my heart to the nurturing sun. My growth is not dependent on your half-shadowed, distorted love, but on the sunlight of my self-esteem, self-belief, self-compassion.
I am a seedling striving toward the sky, stretching toward my own potential. I am a river carving my path, not deterred by obstacles but persisting, flowing around them, overcoming them. I am a mountain, standing strong against the winds of doubt and fear, towering over my past insecurities and traumas. I am a forest fire, burning away the old, creating space for the new growth, the new life, the new love.
This is my journey, my metamorphosis, my awakening. I am no longer the moth to your flame, but the phoenix rising from its own ashes, more vibrant, more powerful, more beautiful than ever before. This is not your story to write, but mine to live. This is my declaration of independence, my emancipation from your narcissistic love. This is my self-love song, my anthem of resilience, my ode to strength.
Therefore, hold your whispered confessions, keep your empty declarations. I am not a mirror reflecting your vanity. I am not a moon revolving around your world. I am the sun. And I shine for myself.
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