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The HauntingWords replay in my mind,I hear them clearly.A moment's pause, a kinder phrase,I could have said more, or less.Too late, it's said, no rewrites now.So why does it haunt me?I tell myself, it's in the past.We've made amends, life moved on,and yet, I see, I hear,that moment when . . . . .again and again. ~~Judi Van Gorder

"Narcissistic Love"They tend to be hyper sexual, always looking someone new to seduce/So they will abuse you, run to another, and try hide the awful truthEven with Internet and phone evidence, they'll just get angry and lie/And if confronted it'll all be your fault, for the problems in their mindThey'll cry and declare their love, when there is no love, only contempt/Then look into your eyes and tell you lies, on how their night was spentThey'll give non-friends their respect, and show you the ultimate disdainHumiliation, betrayal and stress, is just part of this traumatic gameYou become another cog on the wheel, then they move on very quickly/After they have stripped you of all pride, your honour and self dignityThey will leave you feeling worthless, and place the blame at your door/Then deceive you and make you believe, you didn't see, what you saw/Underneath the seduction and charm, lie skilled masters of deception/Who possess counterfeit hearts, and crave only promiscuous attentionThe roller coaster cruelty suffered, is genetically passed on to their kids/Living life like bottomless pits of emptiness, such a nasty, twisted illness.Copyright 2014 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved) https://allpoetry.com/poem/15383555-Narcissistic-Love-by-Mr-dunne-poetry

[CA] I saw the fault lines in our common ground, But wavered—loath to estimate the force And timing of the tremors they foretold; Why test this fragile paradise we’d found, Perhaps provoking nature’s wildest course— Or dig for rifts when random knolls gleam gold? I never yet have walked a tract of earth Without a flaw: some harbor muck below That muddles building; some hide barren soil Plowed far too long to nurture crops of worth; And some lie cold, inhumed beneath the snow. Small faults should make no solid heart recoil, But you would probe our playground to the core— Unsettled by fears of earthquakes laid in store. Revision: S2, L3 "muddles" for "hinders" S2, L5 was "Why, then, should minor faults make us recoil?"