Closest

Sociopaths, by nature, love in an entirely different way than others do

Sociopath:

lack of empathy, manipulative,

all the rotten aspects of humanity

in one person.

 

I am alone through choice,

dullards bore me, they offer

nothing for me.

(The closest to love you can get is)

 

You should bore me the most,

neatly cropped hair, sickly little office job,

kind, gentle sense of humour,

moral compass neat and tidy.

 

(You’ll kill for queen and country,

but not for love.)

 

And the closest thing to love is:

phantom pains when you fall ill,

I demand you get better not for your own sake,

but to appease my churning guts.

 

Closer:

Viciously protective, your

pain is my inconvenience

don’t be pained, aren’t I holding you

tight enough to release your dopamine?

 

And the closest to love I can get is

extending myself

to include you

you are me and I am you

 

(Beautiful and dangerous like

white tigers.)

 

You are me

I am you

 

And you love me;

Yes you do.