The Narcissist Wants You Back… But Here’s Why They Can’t
the narcissist wants back in. You better believe it. But here’s the truth that rattles their bones: that door they once walked through? It’s not just closed; it’s sealed by something higher— not your rage, not your revenge, but something sacred, something holy. Maybe it’s mercy; maybe it’s heaven saying, “No more.”
When the narcissist walked away, they didn’t just leave you; they left behind a miracle. They stepped over something rare, something God-breathed. They thought they were chasing a crown, but they were throwing away the kingdom. In their mind, they marched into the spotlight, head high, chest out, ready for applause. But the applause never came, and the spotlight flickered out the second they arrived. They vanished like fog at dawn—no note, no goodbye, just silence.
And you? You stood there with a heart split open, wondering if love was just a cruel joke whispered into the wind. But now, the narcissist is pacing—not out of love; no, that would require a soul willing to kneel. They’re restless because they lost their anchor. They lost you—the warmth, the steady, the real. They sit on a throne built out of filters, scrolling through highlight reels that taste like ashes. Every mirror mocks them now.
Because they didn’t just lose someone; they lost the one who saw through the costume and still offered compassion. But the mask has cracked, and the game’s gone cold. What they crave isn’t your heart; it’s your healing. They feel the shift in the atmosphere, like the sky before a storm. They can’t explain it, but they know their grip is gone; the spell is broken. You woke up, and that terrifies them.
The narcissist feeds on pain; they bloom in confusion. They grow strong when you’re questioning your worth, staring at your phone like it holds the key to your value. That version of you—tired, unsure, waiting for breadcrumbs—is dead and buried. What lives now is fire, vision, discernment. You don’t just see their game; you smell the smoke before they even light the match.
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