Simply a convenience. Like microwave popcorn. Or cold water from the faucet.
A remote control or even socks. Won’t know what good you had until you’ve lost it.
Hard to see past the image staring back at you. Your own beloved reflection.
An ego so large it devours everything in sight. Even your discernable discretion.
Mocking from your stately throne. Sitting upon that fine, high horse.
Delegating orders, commanding attention from peasants. Never showing remorse.
Wickedly charming. Like a pied piper. Or a white collared politician.
Taking all that you can get without a care. Self-fulfillment seems your only mission.
Ignorantly unaware. Trampling over anything, in a frenzy to feed.
Selfishly forgetting the one who dares love a man who desires only his needs.
Simply a convenience. Like shoelaces. Or the warmth of a favorite sweater.
Unnoticed unless wanted in the moment. An umbrella for times of bad weather.
The Angrivated Mom 
How it must feel to love a narcissist perfectly captured. I wonder which is better or worse, to be a convenience or a necessity. Neither seems right.
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Thank you! And you’re right. Neither does seem good enough to be right.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A sad sort of love
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I so look forward to your writings! Someday I hope to use you as a guide for my own.
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