Psychopath and Narcissist Survivors Support Group

If I was in love my heart would be broken

your fake inspiration and
false promises
would fill me with joy and
I would forgive

your lies would hurt more but
I wouldn’t see
the truth
it would hide much more easily

If I was in love

I’d shiver with lust
instead of disdain
when you breath down my neck
again and again

If I was in love

The touch of your hand
would send me
to the moon
over and
over
and over
again

instead I am sick
and my body gets stiff
the stroke of your fingers
will never be missed

No, my heart is not broken

These tears are not real!

but if I was love . . . .

My heart would grow fonder with absence they say
instead
I can breath
when you are away

-in love-

with anticipation
each time I would wait
for ALL of your phone calls
five times.

ten.

twenty-eight.

If we are apart
be still my poor heart!
but as reunion awaits
It’s my freedom you take. . .

If I was in love

I could easily pretend
that this ring you just gave me
to big and too loose
was just what I wanted!
and not just for you.

The flowers you gave me?
although asked . .
“Please don’t buy“
seem to stare at me
judging me
with dozens of eyes
as if they are saying
“you ungrateful bitch!”
after all I do for you?
how dare you think this!

If I was in love

I’d be so confused
and wonder just what
it is of
I am being accused.

My heart would be broken
each time you show strife
and blame me again
for your unfortunate life

So “stupid“
an “idiot“!
Can’t do “nothing right“
What more can I be but
an ungrateful wife.

If I was in love

I’d be up on your throne
naively
unaware
I’m this thing that you own
So proud I would feel!
I wouldn’t see through
when you put me on top
of your fake pedestal.

My heart would be broken

each time

I’m so sure

as I tried to please you
I’d hear

“no,
no your!”
“you’re mean” and
“you hurt me!” and
“why are you so bitter?”
“no, I never forced you
to do anything.”
Get the picture?

If I was in love

my soul would be crushed.
my spirit would dwindle
as this thing you called love
I would try to rekindle

I would talk to all of the friends I had left.
The ones you approved.
I would read all the books.
but not a thing could get past
All your dirty looks.

But!

I don’t need your approval
and neither do they.
and this spirit of mine is going to stay.

I’m not in love
I won’t choke on my tears.
A heart that is not broken
does not need to heal.