The Jar Of Hearts

Shortly after I moved to town, Mrs. Belinsky, the one lone friend that I’d made
Saw me take the envelope out of my mailbox and suddenly she looked very afraid

She said, “Honey, set that invitation down, there’s something you need to know.”
And with that, she began to tell me the story of the neighbourhood Romeo

“He has a jar of hearts on the mantelpiece, one that remains untouched.
He adds to it every week and then leaves them to cobwebs and dust.”

Girls come and go through the bedroom, they crave every sweet word he says
They don’t seem to notice the jar; they’re too charmed by his words and his ways

 Nothing but toys are what they are to him; he plays them at his will
The jar and his ego keep growing, a bottomless pit that nothing can fill

There’s talk in the town he can’t keep a girl, but they keep trying one after another
People pass by and notice the jar; they never think that he could be a murderer

“He’s far too cute, he can’t be a killer”, that is what they say
They don’t know he’s all hair dye and filter. Killing with words in his cruel little way

~ kei
25 August 2014

The Narc Next Door

Here Again Now

I walk to work every day now

Through a neighbourhood that I knew fairly well in my teens

My new neighbourhood and my old haunt

I fancy that echoes of my old self linger here

I see me sometimes

Looking through these eyes instead of hers

Slender, tanned, green eyes and black hair

Standing at the rail looking at the falls

Holding hands with a tall, dark brown-eyed boy

Full of dreams, laughing, singing together

I’m so glad to be back here again

Gathering up scattered pieces of me

Holding them tight to my battered soul

No one can steal what I don’t let go

And when I see her there

My soul it sings

To see the me I was

When I still had wings

~ kei

25 August 2014

Hog's Back Falls by KbT

Hog’s Back Falls by KbT

The Making Of Apaths

ap·a·thy
noun \ˈa-pə-thē\: the feeling of not having much emotion or interest : an apathetic state

Full Definition of APATHY
1
:  lack of feeling or emotion :  impassiveness
2
:  lack of interest or concern :  indifference
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Examples of APATHY
People have shown surprising apathy toward these important social problems.
I’m not Gay / Black / Red / Female why should I care?

The term “Apath” has evolved to describe the people surrounding a Narcissist who deliberately or benignly turn a blind eye to the characteristics, activities and victims of the Narcissist, or simply sit back and allow it. “Not my problem”, “Not hurting me”, “But he writes so beautifully!”, “He/She was just wrong for her/him, I’m the one he needs”, “Who cares?”, “I don’t want to get involved”

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Having emerged from an abusive relationship, I can see more clearly how my life and my self were deconstructed to the point where it was possible for a predator to take over. One part of the story was my short time as being simply an Apath during the devalue, discard,  and smear of one of the previous targets of the Narc.

With the knowledge I’ve gained since February, when the “relationship” ended permanently with me telling the Poetical Predator that we were finished and implementing “No Contact” (before I was aware that this is both a tool and a coping strategy); I admit at times feeling a little guilt that I was once the type of person who so infuriates me now. Apaths are the adoring audience that a Narcissist surrounds him/herself (for the purpose of clarity and because this is my story and my carpal tunnel, this Narc was male and all pronouns in my writing will reflect that fact going forward). Apaths can be involved with the Narc to varying degrees, sometimes they only see the public face and therefore, have no reason to question or involve themselves when a drama erupts around the Narc. Others, like me, are in fact being evaluated for our potential as the next “Target”. The Narc was textbook in his approach with me, unfortunate that they don’t make that book available in Social Studies or Psych 101.

A friendship that developed over time, the gradual inclusion in my Social Media, where he promptly began data-mining for the “Mirroring” phase (add water and presto! You’re an indian who loves wolves, Thai, vintage cars and purple). The private communications that began innocently enough. It’s easy for anyone to see that I am compassionate, empathetic and a good listener. We talked about his troubles with children, an in law, PTSD from military service; even requests for “womanly” advice about his daughter and help with recipes! All meant to be disarming. Then the more intimate sharing of past marital disputes, spousal infidelity, his enforced celibacy and dating issues associated with his being online. I had no way of knowing that virtually all of this had zero basis in reality. Zero. ALL of it. I only saw the online persona at that time. It never clicked that in all his “troubles”, he was always the victim.

In those early days, he was actively devaluing and demonizing – my Narc couldn’t stop at just devaluing – a woman who I now suspect may be his first online victim. She was an easy target. Loving, older, single for a long time. He would encourage her publicly and then precipitously ban or block her from the public forum where we’d met. She’d be back again within a couple of weeks. As an observer of people, I noted the trend after a while. It became more evident once he and I connected as “friends” on the Facebook platform. By then, he’d begun to use the terms “stalker” and “stalking” when he spoke about her. In fairness, the behaviours I could see supported his comments. I believe now that there was much behind the scenes orchestration of that. After all, performance art is a Narc’s existence. I could not see the other side and herein lies my point: I bought it based on what I could see.

Narc was adept at weaving tales and particularly skilled at portraying people here online as bat shit crazy. There’s a LOT of you, LOL! By the time it was no longer necessary to smear this one woman, ostensibly because he’d created several other “enemies”, real women and accounts he created, he had not one, not two, but three restraining orders against her. I wonder if she knows? By that time, he had enlisted my support as a “protector” of sorts. Blocking this woman, not allowing her onto my public Facebook page (because she “stalked” him there – the evidence of those days is there yet) and as a Manager Admin on his Facebook page, keeping her and an ever-growing group of women blocked – AT HIS REQUEST. “Baby, can you keep an eye on her? My daughter says she’s posting about me again.” This is the same time he began laying the groundwork for having me remove much of my online presence, since reestablished. Why yes. Yes I do have evidence to support what I’m saying.

I was a very good Apath. First Lieutenant Apath. It never occurred to me to question because he manipulated this woman to support the stories he told me. Her piteous poems of their dates, her dreams for their future, his stories about her parked outside his home and pursuing Facebook relationships with his children and family; all served to make her look crazy. Why couldn’t she just let it go? Why didn’t she just leave him be when there was a restraining order against her. I certainly wasn’t going to engage with her by asking the questions. Who knew what might set her off. Right? If I’d asked, just once; my life might be very different now. I chose to believe the poor, beleaguered poet because I was” the only one who understood”, “his best friend”. In reality, his best and longest lasting “Supply”.

It wasn’t long before the “love-bombing” began. He professed his love on 11 November 2011 and the “romantic” chapter of the saga began.

But that’s another story for another day.

~ kei

24 August 2014

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Lyrical

I’m a ballerina, a musician and a sometimes singer… Music has defined so many moments in my life and yes…

Johnny take a dive with your sister in the rain, Let her talk about the things you can’t explain
To touch is to heal, To hurt is to steal
If you want to kiss the sky, Better learn how to kneel