Narcissist Part I


She knows her beauty, and others find her awkwardness endearing. Her above average intelligence frowns upon others sans her privilege life. Her confidence fragile, yet cutting and manipulative. I fell upon my knees as if prey to her beast. My hibernation her open season. She left me for dead…so she thought. I’ve resurrected stronger than ever and she still hates my very existence. The best part is I can fucking careless.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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