The Theory of Narcissism

Wed, 12/13/2017 - 11:14 -- Beena

You love me, but I don’t love you; I love that you love me.

You are a tree and I want nothing more than to mold the front end of my truck around you and hold on forever.

 

I want whoever discovers this to pay no attention to your damaged bark,

but instead the cold fingertips that have sunk into it.

 

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