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Poetry–during and after the sociopath

Editor’s note: The following poems were sent to Lovefraud by the reader who goes by “Gia Rad.” She describes herself as a “recovering people-pleaser, ex-victim, natural health practitioner, mother and survivor.”

Positive ”¦
by Gia Rad

Today, I feel positive.
Positive that a new era is emerging
And I’ve left behind for good the hell I once lived with you.
Positive that not every day and night is a nightmare in disguise.
Today, I choose to smile at the rainbow
And stand defiantly in the pouring rain
As I’m positive, for the first time in ”¦ forever
That I’ve survived what many don’t, and will even blossom with time.
Positive that I’ve learned to avoid your type
And keep myself away from the evil lurking in the darkness of your soul.
Penniless I am, emotionally impoverished yes, I admit
Yet POSITIVE I’ve gained my strength ”¦ and tomorrow I’ll show the world
I’ve learned ”¦ To love and trust myself again.

You’ll see that Positive is proof I’m getting better particularly in contrast to an earlier poem called Life ”¦

Life
by Gia Rad

“Life” has dealt me a fatal blow
and I’m lying here dying ”¦
On my deathbed I write to say
That “Life” is code for You.
Didn’t know that giving you my heart would cost my life
Had no idea that your vampire self would drink my blood.
Good bye my former friend and lover
Farewell, to the one who never deserved a moment of my time.



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The Bells-the Moon and the Lie ~

Six twelve six
Full as I see through the limbs and leaves
That which shone bright as thee
This way the illusion appeared to me

Six twelve six
Dubious tricks the mind he plays
Into the shimmering moonlit haze
In malice he walks his blinded lover

Six twelve six
The farce calls to his lover “the bells”
Boundless faith in beauty lies
At dawn she leaves his thickened guise

Six twelve six
Night of many moonlit kisses
Wounded by her happiness
His evil hidden, shone

Six twelve six
All in a moonlit night
Child of scorn hath built the illusion
“Fare thee well”, she cries

Shane (aka CLI)

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