Misguided Love

Tethered are those who can not see

The narcissist within a honeymoon

Drawn to a snake charmer

Hypnotic, entrancement once captured

Spinning tails of love, only but false hope

Reciprocation an unknown

In the narcissists world, there is only self love

Self appreciation, vanity and gloating

Manipulation and judgement the only language

Until one victim gets away with broken wings

Slipping through the false promises of a future

Charm radiates in hopes for a quick replacement

Only to keep the self centered alive




Weathered Words

Given time

Kick a can, a bucket

Crawling, rising in pensive stance


Waiting for the fight

As guts knot

Stagger and spew

When words collide

Eerily creeping out

Just to go within

Forgetting who we were

Scratching begging to survive

Hiding behind fearful words

Of hate and betrayal

Only to find reflection

In a Mirror of guilt.


As the night growls from behind;

A body stands on edge;

Precipice taunting a promise of death;

Never sure if the wolves deserve a feeding;

Giving up or giving in;

For those without feeling;

Will never understand;

Pretending there is no empathy a difficult option;

As emotion steals the moments;

Wolves become frenzied with anticipation;

Waiting for their feast;

A body cocoons in a hope for momentary peace;

Delicate wings poke through;

In a warriors stance;

A body will take flight;

While stepping over the threshold of choice.

Natures Advantage

Natures Advantage

With a nature as big as the wind;

She flew tails whipping behind her;

Bursting through, she screamed;

Built up fear pushing her all the way;

It was a chance not easily given up;

Unknown forces inciting a whisper

Promising a destiny of advantage;

It being the only way to the top.






As lives came and went;

I never found him;

In madness and faith I believed.  And believed;

A taker just a taker;

A giver that can only give;

Together they never must live.

Resentment insidious as communication lacks;

Unbridled passions just dying to burst;

As the victim plays on, in the game he called love.

Freedom won, no redemption is sight;

As I give of myself no longer.

His next victim, he seeks;

With charm oozing from his pores;

In hopes of a new gas lit hole to command;

A beating heart to steal, just so he can feel.

I had this ‘gem’ hidden in my drafts.  I am glad I found it because I was afraid of writing for a while, because it tells my truth and I felt such shame.  My shame in being with a man for so long that never really loved me.  Only needed me to further his unrealistic ideals of being a ‘family man’.  I was the older women, dreaming of a white picket fence and the idea of going at life with a loving partner by my side.  He promised me marriage, even after he changed his mind and didn’t want to marry we still had a beautiful baby.  I wanted my daughter and wouldn’t change that for a thing.  However, much to my dismay and later my relief, it did not change the fact that he never really planned to marry me.  It turned out that he is a narcissist, and I felt trapped.  I held on for far to long and had a hard time accepting the fact that he could only take.  Never give.  If he gave, I would have to pay, somehow, always. Now I am on my own again, extremely thankful that I never actually married him.  Now I am thankful for my freedom, my security, and my authenticity.  Things I was so desperately missing while I was with him.

Daily Prompt: Year

As a reflection

I leave you forever

Let go, let go, let go

Fairy tale dreams

Of romance just another afterthought

Weak bonds turned inside out

For all to see, the real me

The real you, no hiding in shadows

No lies untold as truth prevails

Endings of bittersweet pallor

To many good ones had to let go

For new beginnings and new endings

I say farewell and bring it on

No more going with the flow

This year I will create it.



via Daily Prompt: Year