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The Sociopath

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When I fell in love with a sociopath
I didn’t know if I would last
I was taken fully by surprise
When I saw the deadness in his eyes

He seemed so genuine and kind
And it seemed that he could read my mind
It seemed I’d met my fellow soul
But to use me was his only goal
He soon became a big black hole

Draining me...
Devouring me...
I almost disappeared...
Crushing me...
Killing me...
My vitality tarnished too...
I almost didn’t make it through

In my affair with the sociopath
I met my mother’s wounded wrath
She showed me he was full of lies
And spotted the deadness in his eyes

She kept the sociopath and I
From being friends and oh, I cried
I was a sleepless corpse for days
I missed him more than I could say
Even gone he was a big black hole

Draining me...
Devouring me...
I almost disappeared...
Crushing me...
Killing me...
My vitality tarnished too
I almost didn’t make it through

After my time with the sociopath
I met a messy aftermath
I kept heaving despondent sighs
When I thought of his green, listless eyes

I couldn’t bring myself to write
I just lied sleepless in the night
I had a nasty writer’s block
And couldn’t untangle all my thoughts
He still was a big black hole

Draining me...
Devouring me...
I almost disappeared...
Crushing me...
Killing me...
My vitality tarnished too
I almost didn’t make it through

Next time I saw the sociopath
I kept myself out of his path
Despite his several fruitless tries
I never looked into his eyes

He gave up on me without a care
He found a girl with auburn hair
She’s totally head-over-heels
For a man who’ll never ever feel
Now he’s her big black hole...

I ignored the envy blazin’ high
How he would leave me just to die
And does he have the gall...
To just move on and let me fall...
But I won’t falter, I will stand
He’s nothing special...he’s just a man
If you can call a big black hole a man...

But he didn’t get to ever finish...
Draining me...
Devouring me...
And make me disappear...
And he never got to finish...
Crushing me...
Killing me...
That bastard almost made sure that I didn’t make it through

When I fell in love with a sociopath
I didn’t know if I would last
By the sociopath I wasn’t slain
But there are scars that still remain
Not organized as I usually make it and not as definite of a rhythm...but I don't give a damn. This is a true story and it is MINE...no one take it. I'm suffering still from this, not as badly as before, but...yeah. It was meant to be a song at first, but poetry could work, right?
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erratictransparency's avatar
This sounds...almost exactly like what happened to me, except he got me to stay when he found the other girl. I'm so glad you didn't go down that road.

Hugs. <3