Sweetheart, you're not a sociopath...
In the aftermath when you pretend your conscience
is unconscious
you won't fool me.
We're not in preschool...
And your ridiculous meticulously contrived trivia
memorised to ornament your lies and spin your propaganda...
*Sigh....
Sweetheart, you're not a sociopath.
a narcissist perhaps...
Handicapped or trapped,
too tightly wrapped in
blankets of deception.
You fabricate and masquerade
pretty little fictions to protect a reputation
with a thousand cracks from which you can't distract
the eyes of every person all the time...
Sweetheart, you're not a sociopath.
You care, accept the fact –
it matters,
you'll shatter,
you're an actor in a one-man play
different lines for different days,
too many faces to portray
your characters control the stage,
your roles rampage,
you're captured, caged,
you're backstage,
ageing...
Comatose.
And those who get too close
who see your face
must be replaced –
your next pose chosen...
You should know
those personalities have no place in reality
YOU'RE the casualty.
And me?
I'm free.
Still, I've seen the strange surface of your skin
your face – it's made of millions of little words in cyberspace,
all the lines designed to hide your many little crimes
What's yet below?
I don't know...
Although...
I could tell you a thing or two,
and no, you're not a sociopath.
You're faking, sweetheart, do the math
you'll break.
Trying to come to grips with who he really was at the end of the day.
JE LEEST
Exploding Quietly - verse on infidelity
PoëzieThis collection of poetry will speak to anyone who has suffered through infidelity in a long-term relationship. Infidelity is, in some ways, like murder at the hands of the person you trusted most. Getting through it takes years, and writing this co...
