Dear Johnny Depp

My heart goes out to you.  You will never be as lonely as when you are with a narcissist.  This poem is written from the female perspective, but just reverse the pronouns if you like.  I wish you well. 

If he leaves

How am I to raise this child?

An innocent heart, so beguiled

I’m only one person, I can’t do the job of two

But wait—I already do.

How am I to run this home?

And fix and pay and build, alone

I’m only one person, I can’t do the job of two

But wait—I already do.

It’s so convoluted, I don’t want to be

Depressed and empty and melancholy

Alone and lonely, and without a man

But wait—I already am.

And remember that time, when the gypsy tossed

I don’t know who he is but he is lost

And you are found

And then I was found

Or found myself

His only job was to love us, and that he couldn’t do

But wait—I can do that, too.