Loving a psychopath
Is akin to
A one-way mirror
They observe emotion
Quite clearly
Yet never will you
See theirs
At first affection
Appears legit
but over time
You learn
(the hard way)
Any love perceived
Simply a reflection
Of one’s own
Relief when
No crimes are committed
Which warrant institution
Yet many transgressions
Acted upon poor souls
Ensnared by hope
Does it feel worse
When ASPD is present
In parent or child
Weighing ingots of
Living death
Has no age limit
Understanding biology
Neuropsychological profiles
Surveyed from afar
Fascinating, I’m sure
Surfing destruction’s wake
From personal experience
Confidence in saying
Less so
There’s violence in letting go
Ripping away illusion
Piercing delusion
Many cherished beliefs
To death succumb
What’s one more
For the scale
I will cut this
Gangrenous limb
From my heart
Shed one more skin
Underneath lies one
Full of vitality
All growing things
Attend to me
And I to them
Now I am a good mother
I have no need for
A terrible father
Anymore
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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