The Abuser in MeA Poem by ashkatthe title says it... therapy is helping me see some less than pretty truths in myself.coincidence, control compulsion and obsession
deflection then rejection looking back on patterns of limerant infatuation through the stalking the coercion the "no s**t" meetings the engineered situations when did it start? this obsessive behaviour when did it first take hold? did it start when you left him? or when he got married? or did it start so much sooner or later?
when you were looking to trust and commit but the person who fell under your love spotlight was a psychopathic, manipulative s**t.
all reason departed, all sense escaped running and running from a truth you avoided from a truth that made your mind ache
found a meaning under your skin throwing down roots, flowering imaginary fruits of love yes you love! YES YOU LOVE HIM!
the sirens the warnings you willfully ignored it when every friend warned you when loved ones implored you your needy heart convinced you he deserved it
you see in the rear view mirror, he's distant, he's tiny was it all about him or more about you that coercive control you learned as a girl
but if you refuse to let go:
compulsion and obsession
deflection then rejection
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2 Reviews Added on January 29, 2018 Last Updated on January 29, 2018 Tags: therapy, mental health, surviving abuse, BPD, obsessional love AuthorashkatUnited KingdomAboutMostly nonsense and mind vomit. The shyest scribe, The pen in the swordfight more..Writing
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