How To Be Friends With A Narcissist: You Can't Poem by Leah Ayliffe

We could make a club
Of all the girls you mindfucked.
Textbook narcissist:
You don't know how to love.
A carousel that looked like fun,
We got on the ride at different times.
She and her and I, yeah we tried.
The cycle never ends, no it never ends.
It goes around with highs and lows, draining the purest of souls.
But we got off, jumped off while you're still turning.
Spinning. Out of control.
We broke free and now you're left feeling alone.
Never thought to look within and ask yourself:
Why is it the same story with new characters that continues to unfold?
Through shared stories the gaps are filled,
Mystery is gone.
I laugh a wild laugh, thanking the stars I got off his carousel.
It turns out I'm not his ride or die,
Even if I stayed on until it made me ill.