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761 · Apr 2018
The Narcissist's Plea
The McG in Me Apr 2018
You're here you're here and we finally meet,
I've been searching for you, surely life's biggest treat.
Feelings of trust, of bonding so strong,
Two lovebirds together all summer long.
Wings spread through the valleys, high over the clouds,
Sweet songs hit the shoreline as we danced with the crowds.

We do all that you like, you're so fresh and so new,
I don't mind that the song is all about you.
I give all that I have, my love's professed near and far,
I sing from the roof tops, you know every scar.

It's been a few weeks now and I'm starting to see,
Questionable behaviour that's harmful to me.
You don't sing the same song, how can this be?
Lies and rumours of cheating, theres no harmony.
"My minds playing tricks", she whispers to me,
"You're just a broken young child with CPTSD",
"I have the solution", she chirps so softly,
"Just listen don't question and come fly with me".

"You're not being gaslit, please my love have no fear,
There's no flying monkeys, but you asked for them dear.
What now shall I do, with all that sweet song you've sung?
Swoop forth to my noose dear, till emotionally hung.
The flight of your emotions so rich and so high,
I drool over your pain, my nutritious supply.
My love you're just oversensitive, you plot your flight right through hell,
Play this strings attached gift, while I poison the well.
You took flight with me dear but I'm keeping score,
I clipped your wings once you opened that door.
There is no escape, the hooks are now deep in your heart,
Don't try to set boundaries, because we'll never part.
I lie and cheat but I'll never tell you,
I deserve all this power,
Because you don't have a clue.
I control your inner thoughts, toxic shame is your guide,
I'm morally bankrupt but self love is on my side.
Nobody shall believe you, I'm the martyr to all,
They think that your crazy, singing your victims call.
My family and friends, they flock by me strong,
I laugh while you're helpless, though I've done you wrong".

I've left the cell but I'm empty inside,
I'm so confused as I contemplate suicide.
Did this just happen, was it a nightmare should I hide?
I'm hypervigilant and my hopes for the future have died.
I wake in cold sweats, I'm bound to my bed,
No contact is broken, another blow to the head.
I'm frantically searching, there's no peices to be found,
to that evil puzzle, she seemed so safe and so sound.

It's been a few months and I'm stitching the wounds,
Her guilt trip game is brawny, as the hoovering looms.
Once again dropped my gaurd , I must be a fool,
I guess it's time to enroll in affirmation school.
This time though I'm sure, no contact I'll fly free,
Never again empathetic, to the narcissist's plea.


04/03/2018
543 · Apr 2018
Beauty on the Balcony
The McG in Me Apr 2018
So reckless and carefree
Oh those times long gone
Giant leaps over seas
Simple pleasures were won

In that fine young city
Where I dared to call home
A new friendship was born
As my heart begged to roam

Stars shined bright on that night
As the crowds buzzed below
Her pure soul never thought
I'd be her pure love's greatest foe

She glistened in my eye
As the wind combed her hair
I gathered my charms
It began then and there

Such a foolish young boy
To waste love and her time
When I look back now
It's my life's biggest crime

04/04/2018
291 · Nov 2019
No Pain No Love
The McG in Me Nov 2019
It is true we presume
When in darkness no light;
With thought no peace
And no peace with love.

Why do hearts melt
On an icey soul,
With indifference to caring
Selfish love is lifes troll.

One day pure bliss,
Warm joy over valleys;
Like ripe fruit scented kisses
Their end never foretold.

Another of twisted dead wood
Around a rotten apple.
Once bitten in haste
By passions of longing;
And motives of wanting.

In his law that we should
Strive to be loving and righteous .
We shall march through deep valleys;
Be a fleeting moment of
Great beauty and rage,
Shall we be brave enough;
To stamp our seal of love
On this timeline of old.
288 · Apr 2018
His name was Alan
The McG in Me Apr 2018
His presence was joyous and playful
Impossible to nab with a frown
I'll not forget his first glance at me
As he joyfully mocked my home town

His build was heavy and broad
His tongue was sharp and stout
Always ready to cut down any man
Who dared run their foolish mouth

A history buff who adored his books
He cherished good music and beer
Love for his students he never lost
He taught eagerly year to year

Lost and in search of advice one day
I knew just where to look
Heartbroken was I when I heard the news
His last breath he'd already took

With tears I write these final words
On paper that's soggy to touch
His name was Alan, he was my friend
And I miss him very much

04/06/2018

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