Narcissistic Attachment

Stagger without your stride
You live off confidence
Suppose I were to take that
As your compliment.

You don’t see any other
Don’t breath the same air
So I’ll take your great posture
As you being proud
That I am there.

Any glimpse of a promise
Of a loyal and loving face
Any glimpse of a comment
That you love that I have came.

Any recognitions of a pride
Any smear of a hope
I’ll take what I can muster
But suppose that I
Just don’t.

Then what is to make of me
What will I become
Am I even capable of living
Without
Your
Broken
Love?

But silly wrighter remember
The reader is now confused
You are doing that right now,
Yet
Still itchy for your muse
 
You have done it.
It’s the start,
You thought your first opposed

You are standing from being fractured
But you’re still standing
On your own.