Me and My Shrew
Me and My Shrew
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Enraptured by the female shrew,
I find them swilling in self-refuse,
drowned within their narcissistic will,
they claw for me to fix their ills.
And I all blind succumb their bate,
and fall for the promise of a reprobate,
so far from hearts and loving ways,
in mind and soul abject decay.
At end when souls emerge in truth,
and I surprised, misread those roots,
of damaged hearts and vile vengeance,
inflicted on innocents, an unjust sentence.
Why do I see the promise there,
when empty souls steal what I care,
and drag me flailing to certain doom,
where angel fear to tread, consumed.
Naive may be my gravestone mark,
for I only see the good in folk,
by choice it is my open heart,
but in that suffer right from the start.
My wish would be of human kind,
that honesty become a paradigm,
instead of surreptitious plans,
manipulations and ego stands.
But alas my hopes are dashed ongoing,
when I with heart on sleeve not slowing,
in hope of discovery one pure soul,
whose love and respect would take me whole.
When dating a borderline personality disorder, sociopath, narcissistic egocentric reprobate, it is best not to cross them. 'Cause if you do you'll see each sordid aspect of their maladies... and there will be blood.
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