I am a narcissist.
I am a fool.
I am a living paradox from which nothing escapes
I am Apollo pining for love,
And I am Daphne fleeing adoration.
I am the tree that grows bound about a statue,
Adoring its angelic features,
Devouring its beauty,
Distorted by greed.
I am a mirror that reflects only my soul.
Peer into me and see yourself;
I will peer out and see only me.
Until my hate corrupts your gentle features
And my disgust cripples your affections;
Your soft heart hardening like mine,
The heat of lost love melting from our eyes.
I am a laurel,
Created by hate and worn for love.