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Wayback when I was a teen                                                             ­    a phone  call cost a dime                                                             ­                    My  daddy had some mixed feelings                                                        about  my now husband at the time                                                        We were going out on our first date                                                      I  brought him in to meet my dad                                                                  Daddy   said  don't  stay out too late                                                       we  tried to get out of there fast                                                                          He  slipped a  dime in  my hand                                                             ­       said  you  call me if you need me                                                       at  the  time I didn't understand                                                       ­     Come  to find out he saw it all clearly                                                          ­   Years have come and have gone by                                                              I'm still with that man and I realize                                                         I've  given too much and over compromised                                              till I'm no longer someone I recognize                                                      My daddy passed a long time ago                                                                  but he still watches over me , I know                                                           because for years everywhere I go                                                             I'm  still finding dimes that say, "Hello"                                                 At  first I didn't think much of it                                                               ­        I'd put them in my pocket and forget                                                           ­     But that was merely the onset                                                            ­      I  have over fifty now, I am blessed                                                          ­      Every  time that I've needed him there                                                       To  feel his love, to feel someone cares                                                     I'll  stumble across one in an odd place                                                 and  his love brings a smile to my face
This is a true story. My Dad never liked my husband & never wanted us to marry, said he couldn't trust a man who couldn't look him in the eye. Wish I would have listened. When I first started finding dimes (never pennies, nickels, quarters, just dimes) I never put it together, until I was finding them, lots of them after we has serious arguments or I was really lost or very sad. I started saving them after a few years after his passing because it was getting too coincidental, then it started making sense. I moved into a new home in 2017 ,it was empty except a chair, with a dime on it, no kidding. I found one today, I have been contemplating some really tough life altering choices for a while now and am getting answers from him from beyond the grave, and Daddy, I am listening, I am listening.
I've been doing some integrating                                                      ­         of  the parts I've lost contemplating                                             if  I  was  really worth saving                                                           ­                after  years of you being so debasing                                                         ­   I  had to fall before I could ascend                                                           ­      Had to disconnect to stop the pretense                                                 Endured  your painful smear campaigns                                                        ­ you  didn't have the sense to feel ashamed                                      Called  you out when you knew you lied                                             maintained  class when you rolled your eyes                                             I  never let you see you hurt me deeply                                               walked  away when you threw dirt at me                                                   You  act like you're surprised I'd leave                                               For  once I'm rejecting you and embracing me
You wanted me to lose myself in you                                                              ­      but  that was because you needed my strength too                                   Couldn't  stand on your own for too long                                                making up the rules as you dragged me along                                      Down  playing my sacrifices, my self-worth                                             making  sure  my life was hell on earth                                                            ­Then  you used that instilled insecurity                                                to  feed  your sense of grandiosity                                                      ­                 You  were an accomplished liar                                                             ­my  heart and soul under direct fire                                        but  luckily  you always treated me                                                               ­     like  I was nothing more than your Plan B                                                    To  be used and then discarded                                                        ­            your  love isn't for the fainthearted
Love with a narcissist. One sided, painful, unfulfilling.
I thought it was just me against you                                                              ­I  found out that that wasn't true                                                             ­ I  heard you've been gathering up the troops                                 that's  what a guilty party would do                                                               ­I  think I'll stand on my own, Thank You                                                           I  don't  have anything  to  prove                                              ­                You  must feel threatened by me                                                               ­   I  shake your sense of false security                                                         ­   You  have to talk **** to everybody                                                          while  I stand back cool and calmly                                                           ­     You  think that you have me scared                                                           ­  but  to do that I would have to care                                                       You  think you have shown me how strong you can be                                                               ­                                                but  instead you've shown me you're cowardly
I woke up sad this morning                                                          ­                       after days of feeling blue                                                             ­       dark  clouds have been forming                                                          ­           keeping  me feeling subdued                                                          ­  I've  remained  in isolation                                                        ­                       to  try to  gather up my thoughts                                                         ­          or   to attempt a transformation                                                   ­     maybe   it  is all for naught                                                           ­            Either  way I need seclusion                                                        ­             behind  my wall I feel safe                                                             ­          Let  the  world see the illusion                                                         ­        even  though it is all fake
Some days are better than others.
You never said more than ten words to me                                                               ­                                                      and  that's just a **** tragedy                                                     ­                   You had a hard time showing your love                                                      made  me feel not good enough                                                           ­   You  never said I am proud of you                                                          so  I  stopped trying to prove  it to  you                                                          ­  You  ignored me most of my life                                                             ­      and that cut me like a knife                                                            ­       Old woman take a look at me                                                               ­   I'm  more than you'll ever be                                                               ­          Now I look at you with pity                                                             ­        I  didn't need you to validate me
You possessed the rare ability                                                          ­           to  encourage me to embrace my fragility                                                        ­ to help repair the cracks in me                                                               ­      with your love like kintsugi                                                         ­                        Hairline fractures filled with dusted gold                                               bringing  beauty back tenfold                                                          ­            every flaw an experience                                                       ­                                a reflection of my resilience
Japanese philosophy/ metaphor art
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