hanviel

[hanviel]

Narcissists

They are made of glass

Some opaque some crystal clear

Fragile structures

With a distorted world on their side

Inevitably they fall

Shattering against reality

Their shards explode out from them

Slicing and stabbing at anyone close

Attempted murder

Definite harm

It takes years to remove their broken pieces

Years to heal those wounds

And scars always remain

Haunting the soul

- D. E. Hanviel, May 13th 2025

[hanviel]

Running down cobblestone streets

The rain is a coming soon

Gas lit street lamps glow through mist

last shades of the sunset behind the city's silhouette

Fabric flowing behind me

Teal green gown

Running to find you before I lose the chance

You're still in your suit

But your feet are bare as you sip a drink

I expose my heart

A conversation of complexities

We both end on our knees

Fireplace to our side

Embracing

Moving to cuddle on the couch

Before your plane leaves with the rising sun

-- written November 2019

[hanviel]

You're different said they.

Of course I am said I.

And of course I'm not.

May chance it's both.

Perhaps it is just more me

Then the me from before.

Or perhaps it is the lack of you

Then your influence from then.

Perhaps mine head

Is finally affixed proper.

Perhaps the wound you left

Allowed for required repairs.

Perhaps the daily dose

Charmed my life to light.

Perhaps you turning to hide

Cast your constant shadow away.

*

Perhaps my stories from our silence

Disconnect you from me.

Perhaps you unplugged yourself

And I continued onward.

*

I'm different said I.

Of course I am.

And of course I'm not.

May chance it's both.

-- written 2019