The grand illusion of a narcissist<\/p>\n
It was always my fault,
\nevery metaphorical glass shattered
\nand the holes in the walls.<\/p>\n
They weren’t real, our friends could not see them.<\/p>\n
No one inspected my body for the remnants of your short fuse and addiction to making me irrelevant.<\/p>\n
I was a whole continent of a person when I met you.
\nA little too many lakes, spilling over myself out of every one I housed.<\/p>\n
You knocked me off my high horse.
\nThat would’ve been enough.<\/p>\n
But the story continued.
\nThe horses in my farm went to slaughter
\nand eventually I didn’t own any land.<\/p>\n
The original deceit was thinking I’d ever be small enough for the place where your love fits.<\/p>\n
Maybe it grows big enough for other people,
\nbut I was land, not water.
\nI couldn’t make you grow.
\nSo I tried to make you smaller.<\/p>\n
The less of you that there was,
\nmade every thing less hostile.<\/p>\n
You thought you were growing
\nwhen I let you go,
\nBut really,
\nyou’ll always be small.<\/p>\n
And I’m a continent again,
\nbut this time, everyone is welcome. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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