~Come, and Play.~
Were you?
Could you?
Did you
Stay?
Past the hours we're known to play?
Tempest ridden little one
quick before they steal your fun
Seek it out and then go hide
unfound heart 'neath your split sides
Ronin running swiftly ruins
the jest that seems within the truthings.
No boast
no shoes
Tapping a dance so magic
Soft it glistens with lies, a tragic.
So pest belittle, nigh insecure poppet
play up that tea, party up the rocket
Powered nights of play dismay
Tear up a season of swears you'll pray
Devine the room, pristine in which you play
And this...
belonging sighing basking where you lay
This....
This is where you stay.
This woman is an absolute parasite. This writhing piece of shit BELONGS and Joins fb groups for VICTIMS of Narcissistic Mothers.
TODAY...On her daughter's birthday she not only doesn't contact her daughter of her own volition.... but she decides to take yet another swing at her daughter for choosing to live with me.
Kyrah, has been asking for her phone back for nearly 2 years, just for the sake of saving the videos and tiktoks that she's held dear. Things she tries to remember and told me about numerous times and wanted to share with me. Just things that were important to HER.
TWO YEARS.
She finally decides things are calm enough to try calmly asking her mother to just give her access to the phone so she can save what she wants to save. She doesn't even want the physical phone.
She calls her mother today, with hopes of a calm talk. And certainly with high hopes she's kept for 2 years that her mother wouldn't just throw her daughter's things away. I watch, truly not expecting this stain of a human being to make their relationship worse.
And she just plainly tells her: "I told you, you're not getting it back. I don't even have it anymore." I watched Kyrah's heart drop and slowly press the button to hang up on her mother and hand me the phone... and then just cry.
This was truly the last thing I expected from her mother. This is insane. and I sat here in such anger but more heartache, as I helplessly try to console my daughter's anger and disappointment in her mother's constant selfish, spiteful betrayals.
And I just ask.... WHY?
I'll Be Okay (Give Me A Minute)
Song by JD Steel ‧ 2025
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm, mm (yee)
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Mm
I say I'm fine when I'm anything but
Smile like a bandage over a cut
Shaking hands pouring coffee at dawn
Telling my shadow to move it along
Phone screens lit with 'you good?' text
I type, "yeah", then delete the rest
Gravel in my chest where the truth should sit
Give me sixty seconds I might admit
I don't need saving, I need space to breathe
Let the storm pass through and leave
I'll be okay, give me a minute
Heart's on the floor, but there's fight still in it
I've been down bad, but I ain't staying in it
I'll be okay, just give me a minute
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) give me a minute
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) just give me a minute
(Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm) oh
Some nights I talk to the ceiling fan
Telling secrets only God should stand
All these trophies of a life half built
Dust on the shelf and hands full of guilt
I keep going like a broke down car
Preying on fumes under burned out stars
If you see me quiet let me sit in it (woo)
Silence is a prayer when the words won't fit it
Don't pull me out before I learn this sea
Let the waves roll over me
I'll be okay, give me a minute
Heart's on the floor, but there's fight still in it
I've been down bad, but I ain't staying in it
I'll be okay, just give me a minute
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) give me a minute
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) just give me a minute
(Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm) oh
I've bend, but I won't break (woo)
I hate, but I still wait (woo)
I fall, but I don't quit
I'm not done yet, not one bit (woo)
I've bend, but I won't break (woo)
I hate, but I still wait (woo)
I fall, but I don't quit
I'm not done yet, not one bit
Oh, oh
I'll be okay, give me a minute
Weight on my back, but I'm still gonna lift it
If pain is a teacher, then I'm gonna listen
I'll be okay, just give me a minute
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) hey
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) just give me a minute
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) oh
One breath, then another (woo)
Watch me live it (woo)
Mm-mm-mm
01:27 Aug 04 2017
Times Read: 1,415
COMMENTS
That's a great, and sadly far too accurate, quote. The truth is harsh, lies are soft and palatable. Its no secret why people choose the latter over the former.
It's been endlessly fascinating how those whom I've handed truth to, hate me for not stooping and taking part in deceit, even if it was theirs. Lies complicate things. I enjoy arguing, not complications.
Ha! Do you ever enjoy it.
But yeah, I agree. It's too much effort to keep up with lies, so I just don't bother.
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