Category Archives: on loving a sociopath

notes on loving a sociopath (part 15)

Night as thick as velvet has cast itself upon me, upon this place where I find myself, and its stars, in their web, shine like tiny pieces of glass. I feel somewhat hollowed out because of the admissions I’ve made

notes on loving a sociopath (part 15)

Night as thick as velvet has cast itself upon me, upon this place where I find myself, and its stars, in their web, shine like tiny pieces of glass. I feel somewhat hollowed out because of the admissions I’ve made

on loving a sociopath (part 14)

  I feel weird, filled with something, some odd feeling that lives at the corner of sadness and anxiety. The minutes, they slowly creep by me, each one wearing into me like the scrape of sandpaper. And I wonder if

on loving a sociopath (part 14)

  I feel weird, filled with something, some odd feeling that lives at the corner of sadness and anxiety. The minutes, they slowly creep by me, each one wearing into me like the scrape of sandpaper. And I wonder if

notes on loving a sociopath (part 13)

And then you ran out of money. And then you took us to this small, strange town where we had nowhere to stay. And then, and then, you pimped me to some sex-crazed 20-something year old in exchange for a

notes on loving a sociopath (part 13)

And then you ran out of money. And then you took us to this small, strange town where we had nowhere to stay. And then, and then, you pimped me to some sex-crazed 20-something year old in exchange for a

note on loving a sociopath (part 12)

Looking into that beautiful, discordant gaze of yours, I liquefied. Still. Despite your brutality. Your amber eyes glowed with an otherworldly lustre. I found you achingly beautiful in your brokenness, much of which carved itself into the lines on your

note on loving a sociopath (part 12)

Looking into that beautiful, discordant gaze of yours, I liquefied. Still. Despite your brutality. Your amber eyes glowed with an otherworldly lustre. I found you achingly beautiful in your brokenness, much of which carved itself into the lines on your

notes on loving a sociopath (part 11)

Paris. I find myself in Paris. With you. And though I feel certain of the outcome, I have to prove it to myself. Fourteen hundred days have passed since I’ve last seen you. Living apart from you for so long

notes on loving a sociopath (part 11)

Paris. I find myself in Paris. With you. And though I feel certain of the outcome, I have to prove it to myself. Fourteen hundred days have passed since I’ve last seen you. Living apart from you for so long

notes on loving a sociopath (part 10)

How many wounds can one person have from the mere act of loving another? Six weeks have passed since your last contact. I have long given up ringing your number, leaving you voice message or texting you, in hopes of

notes on loving a sociopath (part 10)

How many wounds can one person have from the mere act of loving another? Six weeks have passed since your last contact. I have long given up ringing your number, leaving you voice message or texting you, in hopes of

notes on loving a sociopath (part 9)

I came, I came to you, to your side of the world. And they would not let me through. They kept me imprisoned, held me hostage, drove me to beyond the edges of madness. You breached security, they said. You

notes on loving a sociopath (part 9)

I came, I came to you, to your side of the world. And they would not let me through. They kept me imprisoned, held me hostage, drove me to beyond the edges of madness. You breached security, they said. You