Narcissus

 

He's drunk and lighting up the phone again. 

  Going off still 'til 4:50am. 

Replete. No doubt, alcohol induced. 

  Still begging 

For the reflection I gave, 

  While you stared at yourself in me; Replete. 

Nothing more than another canvas, 

  You attempted to paint. 

Than a reflection in a pond while you gave yourself away. 

  Yet there is no 

Saving you, from yourself, 

  Gaze so transfixed you fall in. 

I do not miss, a damn thing. 

  Boiling me, 'til I'm distemperate 

Loading me with no fuel of words 

  That mean a thing. 

You are dark with an unsalvageable sting. 

A nemesis mascarading as love. 

  Wearing the viable thing, 

That once was my heart beat. 

  Every phone call answered, 

I sit in regret hours after. Always 

  Pulling at me. 

Still demanding I listen to you vent 

  about this thing and that. 

No edgewise word; 

  It's almost harassment. 

  An addict, you juice me. 

Light your days so absent 

  Of my skin and scent 

 That you have degraded yourself 

To the letting of my light, stolen everytime- I 

  Should have never picked up the phone. 

But I have a soul.  

  A soul you stole but stowed away. 

A soul that sank while you drank 

  Juicing me 

 'Til I didn't recognize my own reflection. 

Now...

  You are stuck in the pond where you sank, 

anchored and bestowed of your own claim. 

  Now your domain. 

A tidepool of regret and shame 

  Ego & Blame. 

I could not save you...

  Anymore than you'd choose to refrain. 

But in you went. 

  And in you sank. 

And now you are just an anchored daffodil 

  Off the flowered bank. 

Reference Inspiration: The Story of Narcissus