Category: To You

I just yesterday realized something. You are all in this time. And the reason is because you have nothing else. No friends, no family, nothing. Just him.
And youre not even in the club, just sleeping with someone who is. Youre done. All i get to do now is wait for the mugshot or the obituary.
You have broken my heart a thousand times worse since weve been apart than you ever did while together. You were a superstar. And now you are alone. Totally alone. As i feared you would be.
I pray for you every single day.

God I miss you!!
I seen your post….. but you deleted it
I think it was for me
Was it?

I still miss you so much. Life isn’t the same without you around. At least you would never dream of running off with another woman, because you actually truly respected me. You had the deepest love for me. I could tell that you weren’t dodgy in any kind of way. I have yet to meet another man who I can trust. I’m not really even sure if it matters that much to me to even find love again after you’ve passed away. It’s never even entered my mind about finding love again. You were the icing on the cake. My family loved you to the moon and back. It’s always hugely important to me that my family get along well with whoever I end up dating. I saw a young lad today with absolutely amazing green emerald eyes. They were truly stunning. They twinkle. I wanted to clone them amazing green eyes. It’s only been two and a half years since you died. How could God be so selfish taking you from me this soon? I will always remember you as changing my life for the better. I love how you always serenaded me every morning at the dining table. It melted my heart. Truly.

I should try something more upbeat? Oh deng,this set has some fun songs too.

To my wife’s ex,

Thanks for ghosting her time and time again. Thanks for making her feel like utter shit 9 out of 10 times because now I’m picking up the pieces. I’m the one the gets the bad end to all of the trauma and anxiety when I already had my own to deal with. Thanks a lot. Now I’m the one that doesn’t feel good enough and am still picking up the mess you made. I hope you’re happy now.
Signed,
EMT

Oh and to MY ex’s partner, go screw yourself, will ya?

Verse:

I tried to make you love me so much

I teetered on a lethal edge.

Instead I played as a sacrificial lamb

While you kissed broads with less interest.

Bridge:

I fell for all the wrong ones, while

My name in your mouth became

A laughing sentiment.

You never could see

I was all in..

Chorus:

Love

Love with the vulnerability pooling off your

Grin

Love with the daringness in your chuckle,

Oh heavenly sin.

Love with your forthright essence and confidence.

Because I was all in.

Verse:

I tried to make you love me so much

I forgot you painted stars in someone else’s bedroom

Drew hearts in between the spaces between our first encounter and the next

Now, the present is just a walkway between pain and regret.

Bridge:

I try to forget all the right ones

While my name in your mouth

Became a painful sore

To grimace.

You could never see

I was all in

Chorus:

Love with the vulnerability pooling off your

Skin

Love with the daringness in your chuckle,

Oh heavenly sin.

Love with your forthright essence and confidence.

Because I was all in.

X2

Outro:

(Because I was all in)

Love

Love

Love

And I was all in it

(Alone)

And I was all in it

(Alone)

I was all in..

Your narcissism created complex stories that are 99.9% embellishments however occasionally they may contain the smallest grain of truth or perhaps something based on the fleeting glimpse of an inconvenient truth.

You pushed and continue to push a narrative that fits the boxes you have created for yourself. In your drive to been seen as perfect you showed no mercy in pushing me and others to our absolute limits.

Now the mask has slipped, what do you have to show for it? That is apart from the same blame game you constantly play. The one where everyone around you is to blame, in your twisted logic you are faultless and hence you hide behind the false assumptions that you have nothing to be remorseful about.

The simple truth is, you can hide behind lies, politics, faith or whatever. You are still the same as you always were.

Manipulative.

Dad,
I call home every week. Let you know I’m ok. No, daddy, I haven’t been fishing. I’m working. I’m fine. I’m happy, I’m well. Two fishing or hunting stories I’ve heard a thousand times (but I listen like it’s the first time and ask questions when I recognize you’ve forgotten to tell a particular part..) Then it’s “I love you. Call you next week. Good bye”

Who am I gonna call when you’re gone? I need the # for heaven because I don’t know what I’m gonna do when the time comes to make that call and you won’t be answering.
You can’t be dying, this isn’t real. You’re the one that’s dying, why do I feel like I won’t make it either? It’s too soon, I’m not ready to say Good bye.
People I’ve care for have died, but dad, I can’t .. I can’t live with you gone.
I’m not gonna make it. I’m just not. You taught me to be strong, to be brave, to be tough, and never give up. So why, how call all the things you taught me to be.. I just unlearned them, forgot, it all disappeared the moment I heard you have zero chance at treatment?
What am I going to do when the call comes that it’s nearly time?
How did I manage to leave this last time?
Why did I leave at all? I should’ve stayed. Let the place go, the things in it, all of it..
I should’ve stayed.
I love you, daddy. Please, don’t go. Mom needs you, the kids need you.
I need you.
I know when I call home this week, you’ll ask me about my job, its fine….
I’ll mute my phone so you don’t hear me crying when I hear those fishing stories,
you won’t hear me totally losing my shit when you get to your favorite parts of the story.
Then I’ll unmute myself and without a trace of whimper in my voice, I’ll tell you “I love you, dad, call you next week. Good bye”
-your kid