I’m listening to Mothers Who Can’t Love by Susan Forward, Donna Frazier Glynn, narrated by Susan Forward, Kathleen Gati, Julia Whelan, Cherise Boothe, David Atlas on my Audible app. Try Audible and get it here: https://www.audible.com/pd?asin=B00EOXMXT0&source_code=ASSORAP0511160006
Tag: BETRAYAL
I’d rather not
I’d rather not
Be around
People
Who I can’t trust
Cause they can’t trust
And because of that
They act in ways that
can’t be trusted.
This is not the kind of life I want to live
If this is a game for them
I don’t want to play
I’d rather not stay
Around
for the misfire
like a bird on a wire
From some liar
Or three
Just let me be
Free from all this toxicity
Cause that’s not who I am
And I don’t give a damn
If thats the way they wanna be
Just stay the fuck away from me.
Mister selfish
You fucked up royally this time
There won’t be a next
Abuser
Loser
You are those things by the way you choose to behave
Cause you are aware
But right now
You really don’t care
How to treat others
Cause you’re so consumed with treating yourself
To everyone and everything you please
Remember this
There’s no reason for me to give you
Any good that you will want again
After the way you treated me
The way you treat her behind her back
You lack
Morals
And any sense of how to be good
And someday
It will be time for you to repay
You’ll get yours
even worse
Than you could ever imagine
And I hope it hurts you deeply
Cause it’s the only way
You’ll ever learn…
How it feels
When someone does what you do
Right back at you
Remember today
And you’ll know why
You deserve to hurt and have no one there
Soon you won’t be able to escape yourself and your shit anymore
Amateurs (don’t take things or this so seriously)
thirteen ways to kill your lover
a hundred and one ways to die
Thirteen ways
To kill your lover
A hundred and one ways to die
It pays
To be
Cemented in your ways
Or does is pay to be
Wild in the streets
Like a wild card
Jump up jump around
New York girls
Are too hip
As they hop
To the top
of the Empire state building
Which I don’t care to ever climb
A Hot house
As Cold
As your unbearable heart
Finish what you start, you say
As everything slowly starts to shift
Deterioration, they said
Right before it was dead
It was everything that ever was
That is not a thing any more
That couple over there
Kindly lent their owner
To the dogs
Frequencies are
Less frequently
Felt in the air
The less we care
The more we
Dread
The dead
That’s a coming
Round the bend
So buckle up partner
It’s coming to the end
The perfect partner
Of An imperfect pair
Doesn’t dare
Taunt
The electronic wizard
Or
The human lizard
But will haunt
The Spirit hunter
And the Catholic priest
Who will soon sit down
For the mighty feast
And break some bread
And both get fed
The last supper
Is a coming soon
Blasted allegories
Blast past noon
You are Not there
In the making
the making that never was
Was never there within you
Take me to the river
Drown me in the water
Let it cover me up
And Let my body sink low
The more you say
The less you know
Misleading
Misreadings
Draw on you now
Like the raise of an arm
And the hand that signals the alarm
To wake up
Wake up
WAKE THE FUCK UP
Before it’s too late
wait it already is …
-kyoko cole 2017
there’s no other way
there’s no other way
and no other day
to say
goodbye
all the things
i would, would not
and could never say
but now i need to go away
i really did try
day after day
just to get by
some things are for letting go
some things we must learn to let die
Cut #5423
Whatever is right or wrong
There is no right or wrong of that
Way back when
You can’t rehash over shit that is so far gone in days
And so far drunk is haze
That memory does nothing
To separate the days
And fact becomes fiction.
fiction becomes fable
And You and i
are not very able
To bring any good out of that
Which is not
That important
when it comes down to the grind
When we fight about past shit
I start to fucking lose my mind
And it brings me back to a time
I can’t comprehend
And all I want is for this to end
Please end
The only way to get over something is to get yourself through
The thing that most of us forever avoid
And after cut #5423
And maybe a half
I can only just sit back
Look at at what I’ve done to myself (again) and laugh
Not funny ha ha
Not funny hee hee
But not ever quite sane
Stuck in a loop
Of wax and wane
Over and over and over again
How many scars do I have to gain?
To see how much of myself I’ve lost.
At such a cost
All because of me
All because of we and me.
The bathroom Is no longer my safe place
Anymore
I guess it never really was before
Just cause I could lock the door
Doesn’t mean u could get out
Not something safe.
And neither are any of you
skin loves fever 