To those that speak, but don’t hear.

A poem I got the idea of looking out the window and suddenly focusing on my reflection. As this is a lot unlike me, to make a poem about myself, that is exactly why I made it.

If you have used someone for sex it was probably because you are frozen where it should be.

I feel happy and every thought of going back to the narcissist is pushed from the forefront of my mind with revulsion and execration. I am finding the idea of going back far more distasteful with each passing day. I can live again! I am free!

It seem the more I associated with him; pieces of my vivacity and vim were eaten away. It was evident that the conversations with this toxic individual were affecting me. I quickly conceded that this was exactly how I would feel if I was involved with a narcissist, emotionally drain and psychologically teetering on sanity. Thank god!

Written after the end of a confusing overwhelmingly abusive relationship with a man with narcissistic personality disorder.

Written after the end of an abusive relationship with a man with narcissistic personality disorder.

About the prevalence of plagiarism and mimicking of another’s talent, intellectual property, and ideas.

It’s about the life of a woman in a bad relationship. She’s starting to pay attention to her long-time lover because she can’t leave him but she doesn’t want him. It’s like a time that every one has when they wake up one day and say to themselves, why am I still with this person, what have I’ve been thinking in all these years?

Gender differences.