After the narcissist left me, he suggested I write poems.
A poem would fix everything, right?
(I wonder how many times he used that “I am a sensitive poet” crap to seduce other women?)
Anyhow, being the obedient and broken vessel that he made me, I tried writing the poems.
This is one of those moments when I feel so grateful for blogging. I am about to put my private shame in the public arena and turn the tables on the narcissist. He did not destroy me and I feel no embarrassment whatsoever for loving him. I was created for loving and it brings me joy.
Enjoy my evil haiku, and please do laugh.
Relief and hope come from the strangest places. (:
God, you fucking suck
Why did you do this to me
Angels gasp out loud
Empty bed, full beer
Jimi Hendrix sings my pain
Where did I go wrong