How narcism and insecurity kill love

You inhaled me: poison, toxicity, flame, destruction, to name a few. You exhaled lies: pain, sorrow, death, that crazed look you used to get on Sundays when it would rain and I would bruise. There was nothing behind your eyes anymore, just a stairwell leading to a parking lot, a place to sit. I could feel it. I had always felt it, but now it was real. There you go. There used to be so much love between us and now all we had was a cement barrier at our feet and a thick layer of one way glass. We were both looking at you and I lost my side amidst the emptiness in your eyes. I disappeared slowly from a reality that I never existed in to begin with. I was slowly becoming you. All of the suddon I couldn't tell what side of the mirror I was on. Because like the mirror we had only one side. Your side. This was the only way for you to love me because the only person you could bare to love was yourself. And I took it. Because the only person I could bare to love was you. I am your dog, your servant, your sherpa, I am yours. Forver. I promise to never amount to more even though you deserve more. And when you leave me for more I will leave this planet knowing that my work here is complete.