shall I fall
to my knees
for the sins
you are
so quick
to proclaim
I have committed?
you are never satisfied
until my blood
paints
the broken glass
shrapnel
that line your alter
until I fall upon
that holy sword
you are prone
to brandish
as you rail
at my blaspheme
never one to grant
the benefit of doubt
you self-righteously
rewrite our history
pen yourself the victim
I, of course, the villain
there have only
ever been
two choices for me
in your narrative
savior
or
succubae
biding patiently
to suck marrow
from your bones
I should have known
when I tossed
tarnished halo
at your feet
asked you to see
my truth
not
your imagined
creation we would end up
here again
both of us
feeling wronged
misjudged
betrayed
collateral damage
surrounding us
littering
the streets
© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
So, it comes round again
The wreckage wrought
In collision of different worlds
Of different stories
In different languages
Incompatible expectations
Blame darkening and blurring
In the eye of the beholder
Communication
Understanding
Confounded across a
Chasm between realities
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Or raging narcissism. . . but perhaps, they are not mutually exclusive
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Raging Narcissism is never friendly to clear and honest communication. The wold which the narcissist inhabits is very different from the one which the victim brings, and the one which the narcissist tries to construct for them. The essence of gaslighting, for example is to cause the victim to question their own understanding of what is real, and be too confused to respond effectively.
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and I let myself be drawn in by the narcissist too many times out of gratitude and empathy. I still worry about them but it is far healthier for me to sever contact completely
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – A failure to communicate
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