First draft of my new poem. Let me know if you have any thoughts. Feedback welcome. (Title changed)

A young man named Jack once told me, “‘I love you’ means never having to say you’re sorry, baby,” He was a line I would never forget, and a line that I would never be able to get away from. I have used it and I’ve heard it from others. I like the sound, the look, the idea. But when you are a sociopath, you are always sorry. Always. I am always sorry when I trip and my hand on your arm is not enough, and you fall down hard. I am sorry when the wine is poured too fast and spills all over your new dress. I am sorry when you stop by unexpectedly and my new boyfriend is in pajamas. I am sorry when there is a pause in the conversation and you realize you’ve made another mistake. This is with strangers. With people I know. This is life for a sociopath. You could think of it as a teacher, a moral compass, a voice in the background always reminding me of what I’ve done, always reminding me of all the ways I’ll hurt you. Never love a sociopath. Never marry a sociopath. Never have children with a sociopath. No matter how much we love you, you will always come second to us. It’s nothing personal; it’s just like how your left hand is always dexterous, and your right hand is weak. One will always be better at it, and for us, we will never be able to choose love.<br><br>edit: I am getting a lot of messages asking if I’m a sociopath. I am, but I am also not your average sociopath. I am very capable of emotions, but I am very selfish, and I am rational to a fault. Notice that never once did I mention anything about a lack of emotion, lack of empathy, lack of capacity to love. I am capable of all of those. But ultimately, I am selfish. I don’t want to hurt people, but I am ok with hurting myself. Or at the very least, I am ok with putting myself first. I am not a monster, nor a killer, nor a bad partner. I am bad with my finances. I am bad with my diet. I am bad with my health. I am bad with my relationships. I am bad with my loved ones. I am bad at loving. But I am not a monster, a killer, or a bad partner. I like to say that I am a good person, and a bad partner. And I believe that this distinction is the difference between a sociopath, a narcissist, and an asshole.