An Ode to a Narcissist

“Some women can fake an orgasm. But some men can fake an entire relationship!” – Sharon Stone

I will tell you…

I will tell you I love you. I will tell you I am in love with you.
I will tell you over and over, and again.
I will tell you until you believe me.

I will always open doors for you, so you may think
I am a true gentleman.
I will run in the rain to my shiny car for an umbrella,
just for you, my sweet angel.

I will tell you how special you are. I will tell you again and again.
I will tell you I am absolutely, without a doubt, sure that you are the one for me.
I will tell you this until you believe me.

I will bring with me many gifts.

I will tell you it’s because you have lived without for so long,
I will tell you how it makes me happy,
seeing you enjoy these things in life.

I will tell you how I want to help you.

I will tell you every day,
over and over.
I will tell…

Watch you dream of a better future.

I will tell you anything I can think of to make you give up on that other man,
the one who loves you dearly and purely.

I will do all I can to make you think you are the one for me,
that my love is known to me and real.

I will tell you who loves you when nobody else is there for you.

I will tell you not to worry if my love is real my dear,
again and again, over and over, I will tell.

I will tell you your doubts are to be abandoned,
I will tell you again, each time you doubt my love.

I will tell you how I want to declare my love for you to your family,
I will tell them how awesome you are!  How I’ve loved you for all these years!  I will tell!

I will tell you I can’t wait to exclaim my love for you, my dear.
In the future, when I don’t have to hide you.

I will tell you I like your son and family,
I know they are important and dear to you.

I will tell you until you finally start to believe,
all that I tell.

I will work hard to win your heart,
I can, I think I am very smart!

I will tell you I am doing fine, after that first time.

That first time, when I suspect rejection.

This — Sweet Angel — is when everything changes.

I will tell you a first lie,
a second, a third and more.

I will tell you and you will believe me,
then my sweet angel, the end is near.

I will tell you little things,
designed to burn a bit and sting.

I will tell you I feel mistreated,
hoping you may not see that it is you being played.

I will use this lie,
the telling has changed.

I will tell you I’m leaving town.
I will tell you not to bother calling.
I will tell you more lies, over and over.

I will tell you the truth only when I think it might hurt you.

I will tell you that I almost had an encounter.
I will say that I had to stop because I thought of you.

I will think you must be a dumb little slow-talking country girl.
I can tell you anything and you will believe it!

You, however, will know, what I tell is a lie, and you will hurt.

I forgot to tell you,
I am detached from my heart.
I am capable of not feeling.

I will tell you I do not feel important enough.
I will tell you how I feel second.

I will tell you how I fucked her.
I will tell you my excitement, when I looked at her body.

I will tell you, even when you start to cry.
I will tell you how you don’t like for me to lie.

I will tell you I enjoyed it.
I will tell you I thought of you.
I will tell you thanks, smiling and laughing.

I will tell until you fall.

You will be stunned.
I will feel like a stud.
I will tell you anything I feel like telling to make myself feel better.

I will tell you all about me, that’s what this whole thing with you was,
about me.

I will not tell you that I used you.
I will not tell you how many lies I told to you.

I will tell you I am sorry,
as I walk away at 4 am, no plans to make amends.

I will tell you I probably assassinated one of your plants,
living plants you nurture and love.
I will tell you I had nothing to do with it, of course.

I will leave the broken pieces behind,
for you to pick up alone, after I am gone.

I must hurry to the church!
I will tell God I am there to help.

I wonder if God believes as easily as you,
my Sweet Angel?

by Dogkisses 2009

 





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