She never really knew me...
Never really understood
Anything I said...
She had lust for me, often,
But it's hard to see that
As love
Right now...
She has lust for lots of people...
So that part
Was nothing special...
She did sometimes treat me
Like territory
She had conquered...
Like I was some
Hard won treasure
That everyone else
Wanted...
Maybe she thought
That would make me feel
Special...
It didn't.
Most likely,
It was a symptom
Of her psychology...
She likes to say
That her parents made her
This way...
But, at 35,
No matter what the diagnosis,
You've got to start
Taking responsibility
For your own actions...
Your parents didn't
Periodically ask
For a breakup or divorce...
You did, my dear...
Your parents
Didn't falsely accuse me of cheating
More times than I can count...
You did...
And your parents didn't regularly
Freak out on me
And tell me
That my best wasn't good enough...
You did that...
Regret begins to slip into
My mind...
Not regret that it's over,
But regret that it ever began...
There are things
I didn't need to know,
Didn't need to feel,
Didn't need to endure...
But I've always been
A glutton for punishment...
Batshit crazy is more passionate,
Right?
Narcissistic abuse
Is where the flavor is,
Right?
I feel sorry for the next
Man or woman
That falls for her...
Because if she,
In turn,
Falls for them...
It's over...
They'll be treated
Exactly like I was treated...
Stress and anxiety
Will come to rule
The bedroom...
And more...
They might even
Pick up some new addictions
Just to cope...
Spinning flaming hoops
Is a metaphorically
Perfect one...
C'est la vie...
Que sera sera...
Estara bien...
Por siempre...
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