at the two shelves
of self
help books i've bought down
through the ages
dealing with heartbreak
and
grief.
survival and revival,
helping to ensure
that
the phoenix
of me
rises again.
long into the night
with hard
tears would i study
the nuances
of narcissism
and borderlines,
codependency, psychopaths,
and all
the other crap out there.
but i haven't picked one
up in years, not since the last
marriage
ended.
the lesson learned
being
get away from these people
and be well.
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