Survivor's Remorse

Outcomes Vary

Written 1/4/21 8:59p

When sharing a living space with an emotionally and/or mentally

Damaged person,

They'll deplete you of your shining light.

Dimming your soul with their harsh negativity.

Eliminating your spiritual creativity and then

Possessing the nerve to point the finger as the bloody victim,

The audacity to blame you for their own unmistakable mishaps,

Despite the hurtful pain you've endured.

It directly leads to a broken spirit.

Allow me to be living proof to state that

True love doesn't always conquer all.

It can leave you feeling small,

Wondering where it all went wrong?

If you're strong,

You'll forgive and let go immediately, if not eventually.

If you're weakened,

You'll begin to lose your pride and dignity.

Submissively, you fight to work things out.

Crying when in doubt within the realm

Of their false reality.

"Narcissistic Challenge V"

Again and over with no letting up.

It's horrendously damaging to the both of you.

You can't be sober.

The dying enabler and the careless murderer of inner virtues.

And yet, they forbid you to choose differently.

Provoking and daring you to stand up for yourself.

That is, until they're no longer able to control the end's meet.

Stripping every wonderful and few things they've ever done or said

Nice to you, depriving you of a truthful apology

And, of the one of the most simplistic forms of love.

Once you begin to lack compassion, to them, it seems brash

When you start returning the jealous hate to sender.

The kitchen becomes too hot for the double dishes served.

It's absurd and transitions to even more irrational acts.

The passion's completely gone.

Logic smashes out of the nearest closed window.

Argumentative scales and tones of blended angry voices

Crescendo and the inevitable fading can no longer be hidden.

Not from them or yourself.

No more drunk karaoke of two beautiful voices as

They're no longer melodious.

You've found yourself once again inheriting the burdenous weight

Of another tortured soul's trouble, merely because

Of the exquisite light that you possess within yourself.

In duress, you've crumbled too many times before.

Shameful unmentionables that are the equivalent to

Losing everything and begging on the floor

To those who were beneath you even before.

So why?

What happened for you to end up here?

Wondering if it's really just a bad dream or an endless nightmare.

Nonetheless, it isn't hardly fair.

Especially to a hopeless romantic like yourself

Who's frantic within from the dying embers

Of lingering compassion.

Wholly, what are you to honestly do?

I truly wish I knew how to avoid wasting that time.

To navigate the heart's incessant crimes.

To skip over the sacrifice that not everyone makes.

I'm shaken by how it definitely changed the outlook on

Life for me.

Oh, the romanticizing society.

Coldly, it is often how hatred plants its poison seed.

You see, it could be the beginning of a new ending

Or even so the same, the ending of a new beginning.

How different are they really?