One of the
Few conditions
Where
The
Patient
Is
Left
alone
And
Everyone is treated.

The truth is
I got tired of pretending
I was happy with you
When the part inside of me
That hated you so
Grew so much
That it couldn’t
Be contained

A wise woman once told me
“Don’t ever go to bed angry”
I knew we were wrong,
went to bed, closed the door
With anger towards you
In my head
Didn’t want you in my bed!

Is love cruel
To you?
Your love was cruel to me

I tried to leave you many times
The loneliness swallowed me whole
Until I felt weak and beaten
You won, you were right
I believed the hateful words
you called me
I lost my self respect
You stripped me bare
Until the day came
When the truth exploded
Like the spirit within
The air
Is light
Without you
I can breathe
for the first time

If he truly
Loved me
Than he would
Have been
More kind
When my
Dear brother
Died

I began with honesty, trust
An open heart
The door closed little by little
Every time you burst

Poetry By Damian D. (my boyfriend of 2 years after the 16 year relationship with a pathological narcissist)

Your Soul is Tattered

Listen up before you get lit up
Your not a tough guy
Your weak and feeble
Just straight evil
Money don’t equate to ego
So it doesn’t matter
How much you gather
Your soul is tattered
From how you get it
Emptiness never forget
I’ll leave you battered
And a mess
You should have left easy
But all you do is quest
To theft thieving
No you don’t respect
The fact you got nothing left
Your best friend two times
Now you forget he’s smiling down
On his love
He left too soon
And all you do is consume
What he left
A wicked toon
U vile human
Doomed to dwell in hell
Forever sing the blues
Out of tune singing
You ruin every bit of goodness
In another being