Love is Dead
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amberredmond Mom. Poet. Storyteller. Freelancer.
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Part four of "The Narcissist Saga."

Love is Dead

Three decades

Three decades of broken hearts later,

Three decades of broken hearts later, and I’ve come to the sobering realization

Three decades of broken hearts later, and I’ve come to the sobering realization that love does not conquer all.

Love is not

Love is not all we need.

Love is not all we need. Love is the other side of the fence,

Love is not all we need. Love is the other side of the fence, shimmering in the sun

Love is not all we need. Love is the other side of the fence, shimmering in the sun until I'm blinded and left for dead.

I loved him ferociously.

I loved all of him.

I cut puzzle pieces out of my skin,

I cut puzzle pieces out of my skin, offered up the ones he needed,

I cut puzzle pieces out of my skin, offered up the ones he needed, just to make him feel whole,

I cut puzzle pieces out of my skin, offered up the ones he needed, just to make him feel whole, only to be used up and destroyed.

He consumed my soul, ravaged my spirit.

He consumed my soul, ravaged my spirit. He snuffed out my peace, manipulated me into despair.

He lapped up my empathy like a dog in the desert,

He lapped up my empathy like a dog in the desert, then dragged out my entrails and sold them for parts.

Our love is an injured deer on the highway,

Our love is an injured deer on the highway, begging for the mercy of death;

crawling in vain,

writhing in pain...

and I am the hollow point

erupting its brain.

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