SheharBano786@sheharbano786
Title: Beheaded for a Narcissist
When I tried to paint my life with you,
I severed my thoughts,
Silenced my conscience,
Surrendered—
To breathe life into our hollow bond.
I wanted to make you see
How far I’d go to please you.
Once green as grass,
Now brittle as soil,
Brushed off your feet.
I lost myself in painting our perfect picture,
Too naive to see
You were never there.
Only when the painting was nearly complete
Did I see my own loneliness—
My severed head in my hand.
Too late now to mourn,
The damage is done.