Missing my blue-eyed baby madly. She’s all grown up now to be sure. It’s been almost a year. Haven’t seen her since before she became a teenager, oh woe is me! I’ll be battling & beating a hefty dose of the blues until I see her again. Driven to the drink! And drugs. Exactly the reason she doesn’t wanna see me. ‘Tis my “bipolar disorder & bad behaviour” that has alienated her against me. That & her furious father. Telling tales of drunkenness & cruelty, to beat the marching brass band!
That’s my lot in life these days. I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? Was killing me at first but what doesn’t kill you they say makes you stronger, so emotionally, I’m on a winning streak! My friends are my chosen family, have been since I flew the coop when I was in my late teens. But baby & I were the very best of buddies until she turned 12. Her freaking father has poisoned her against me, sharing the conflict between us with her. Destroying her innocence, robbing her of her childhood!
Oh boy how he freaked over our last argument! I won that battle royally with the worst of my worst words! “I’m severing your payment!” I declared. That was enough for him to have me issued with a court order but I didn’t stop there. After he had hung up on me, I continued to litter his lousy voicemail with total trash talk…
The last words I spat were “You are muuuuuuck!” Well he is muck & his name shall be mud.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 