There go I, rambling across your thorny hummock Gnarled tendrils of your thicket stifling my frailties Still I mutinously protest your jeremiad against my essence Your prominence a shadow over my adequacy I plot my escape from your autocracy and cruel judgement No longer is my soul nonplussed by puerile desires The fierce chimera now lies beneath my breast, and I being in fine feather … Continue reading Soulmate My Narcissist by April Vomvas