A Limerick, but not for Laughs
Saga of the Empath and the Sociopath
An empath fell in love with a sociopath
Whose heart was as cold as a frosty path
She’d sense every ache
But he’d watch her break
And would laugh as she stumbled in wrath
She would feel every pain in the room
While he’d sit untouched by the gloom
Her tears made her weak
And yet he’d never peek
Oblivious to feelings of sorrow or doom
She would search for a spark in his eyes
But then apathy wears a flimsy disguise
He would offer no care
Just a blank, empty stare
Unperturbed by her heart’s aching cries
Yet somehow this odd, unlikely, fated two
Have found balance in love’s strange debut
For though he felt less
She felt to excess—
Together, they have forged something new!
12-02-2024
© F Aparici