Meet Winsome Duncan aka Lyrical Healer. She is intelligent, gorgeous, inspiring and super talented yet she too, has had various encounters with Mr Wrong. Have a read of her fabulous contribution Mr Wrong Jog On– an ode to all women who have lived and learned from men who should have valued them more that the Love you have for Your Self is The Greatest Love of All.Peace and Love
Mr Wrong Jog On…
There was something in the wind today, it made me stop, and realise a change is coming. I knew whole heartedly, I had to let him go. Maybe it was because he rarely returned my calls. Why has Mr. Wrong got me singing another sad song? Got me thinking of heartbreak classics like:
• Love Don’t Know Live Here Anymore
• Love is a Losing Game
• Un-break my Heart
• End of the Road
• I’d Rather go Blind
• Heartbreak Hotel
• A View to a Kill
I mean the list goes on and on. I always tend to listen and engage in sad music, when his rejection disturbs and destroys my spirit. “You’re a strong woman I heard him say.” I laugh through my salted tears as I aimlessly try to pull it together in the final frame.
One thing that was transparent to me, Mr Wrong wanted a booty call from the get go. It was as plain as the nose on my face. Now I sit here with no embrace and a longing to know why is unrequited love such a bitch?
Mr Wrong sang a song of ‘I’m just getting out of a relationship’ which chorused into “I got plenty girls to select from here there and everywhere”. The most intimate part of me he desired and all he was offering was the magic stick. We talked of bargaining service and how we could best service each other but never ever about the potential of me being wifey. If I was his lover for the moments he needed me, I was accepted and if not I was banished to the non-existed call back list. He had no love for the inner thigh, let alone the dreams that died in my womb. Mr Wrong just wants to use and abuse because of some maladjusted issues in his previous history.
He never saw the tears on my pillow that ached for his attention. I cried for days, longing to hold him. Puffy eyelids, which would never receive him. How could he not see the Healer in me? Where did I go wrong? Was it the need for my care that made me call as he beckoned me in my nightmares? It might just be the fact that he is a self-centred ass. Super absorbed and so selfish that he cares not for the hearts he trashes.
So where am I now? I am standing on the edge of time because Mr Wrong does not want me. I often wondered, dissected, deliberated and analysed his actions with it could be this it could be that. What if I was smaller, darker or richer? Would he open his eyes to the woman that wanted to share her world with him? Guess not.
I rot in my pain and on occasions turned deranged but today I found the golden courage to love again. Yeah love the pain, the inner me that bleeds all over tormented thoughts of his dismissal. I just knew enough was enough. It’s time to get tough and recognise my Queendom. Too many of my sisters are down trodden by toxic sexual interaction but really needed divine protection but instead have fallen into webs of deceptions, abusers and users. Cupid please dust off my heart for it is covered in broken promises. I write this so that some poor lady can see their reflection and mend their shattered hearts. Who needs another?
• Mr Wrong
• Mr No-Good
• Mr Down-low
• Mr Wasteman
• Mr Tag A Long
• Mr Abandonment
• Mr Liar Liar Pants On Fire
• Mr I Can’t Keep My Penis In My Pants
He had not even got credit on his phone and dates are non-existence. Yet he still whispers ‘Can I come to your place for dinner?’ Oh please, stop, don’t want to hear it no more, tell it to the violins. Mr. Can’t work – won’t work and I am losing sleep. Oh please! This is just one experience, some thoughts, one dream that never saw daylight and died along with vampires at first dawn. I wish for self-confidence now and inner peace.
This is one of Healer’s tales that speaks into the spirited woman globally and changes lives on an invisible levels. I feel you. We all want answers as to why we keep opening the door to Mr. Wrong. Woman love thy self-enough, to walk away and restore. You are worth it. Ignite the flame of dignity and follow me on the path of resurrection. This one is for the ladies because I have heard you singing a bitter song. Fold yourself in Angel wings and embrace the harsh reality. Mr. Wrong- get gone, pack your things and jog on! I do not want to be bogged down by your narcissistic alter ego. I could say lot more and make it really raw however I will leave it there. I will no longer grieve for unrequited love. I honoured myself enough to say goodbye and farewell. If I never see you again it will be too soon.
A woman scorned is enough said. These times are dread. I do believe in the power of goodbye. I never had more clarity then what I process currently. If I ever fall in love again he will be my:
■A hand to hold
True love does exist. It flourishes from within. Never stop believing that you will love again. You see I heard it in the wind and she whispered ‘It’s time to let him go.’
Lyrical Healer, is a poetess, songstress, author, entrepenuar and fundraiser . Please check out her brilliant blog at Lyrical Healer Blog This incredible woman has accomplished amazing things and is only at the start of her success! She recently raised money to go out to Haiti three years after the terrible earthquake to offer a positive contributiuon towards the reconstruction and growth of Haiti and it’s people.
Keep on doing ya thang girl you are an empowering inspiration 🙂
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