Silent Night


Silent night, frozen out night,

You’re not calm, feeling shite,

He’s gone missing, leaving you riled

Left alone, bereft and reviled

Should you call the police?

When will this behaviour cease?

Silent night, absent night,

‘Phone not answered, it’s not right,

Left you crying tears on your face,

You’ll keep searching, it’s part of the chase

Taking apart your self-worth

As he gives you a wide berth

Silent night, lonely night,

He’s disappeared from your sight,

How is this meant to be love?

This time you’ve had enough

Change the locks, end the contract

It’s time for no contact

25 thoughts on “Silent Night

  1. HG you are writing songs for us now?!! Your gift giving to us never stops! I honestly feel so touched and moved!! You may be a malign heartless narc, but to us you’re simply the best!๐ŸŒนโค๏ธ๐ŸŒน

  2. Snow White says:

    “How is this meant to be love”
    I was drawn to this line.
    It’s still emotional for me to accept that it wasn’t.
    I hated the silent nights. I don’t ever want that again.

  3. DFA says:

    Lol now that is talent

    1. Love says:

      Oh Yes, I have a rain dance, a fire dance, a narc come hither dance ๐Ÿ˜‰
      Mr. Tudor, do you want to watch me dance?

  4. DFA says:

    To be able to control nature such power, and no I shall pass on that. More responsibility then I care to have, I already have more then I desire.

    They thought I would cave in to their wants and found out they were wrong. Yes many believed them. It doesn’t surprise me thou.
    Lies bring comfort brutal truth brings discomfort. And when one is made to look inside themselves, easier to lie and project onto another then face the truth.

    Is it still freezing there Love?

    1. Love says:

      No thankfully it has thawed out. It must have been my dancing ๐Ÿ˜‰

  5. DFA says:

    Love I laughed at your comment because word on the street a few years back, I did kill mine, he really is dead, I made sure he was, I just didn’t kill him.

    1. Love says:

      Lol yes we are the first to be blamed for everything. They have everyone so brainwashed. Natural disasters and cancer are our fault too.

  6. Lisa says:

    Speaking of Silent Night. I do have a good memory of ‘our’ first Christmas day together. No, its not what you think. He INSISTED we go to his fathers house. The Godfather of narcs. I refused. “Nope” I said. “I want to start our own traditions.” Hmm. Of course not acceptible to the narc, so off he went as I continued to prepare the Christmas roast for the family that had agreed to come. Its getting later and later and later. No word from him. 4 pm he walks in. Disheveled, soaking in perspiration, ANGRY, tired and drunk. Hmmm. “Rough day was it” I asked. His responce “they all got pissed. They went elsewhere where I didnt want to go. No one would drive me home, and I couldnt get a Cab being Christmas day, so I had to walk!!”(35 kms). My responce (in my head) was ‘ha! Sucked in idiot!! 40 deg heat and you bummed your own day!’
    Ahhh the good memories. They are priceless.

    1. Matilda says:

      That gave me a fit of the giggles, thank you for that, Lisa! “Disheveled”!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

      They are narcs after all, did he expect them to care enough to drive him home? Taste of his own medicine… ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. Lisa says:

        Your welcome Matilda. Glad you enjoyed the memory. We dont get many ‘good ones’ of the secret revenge type, do we? It was great seeing him slip on his ass that day. ๐Ÿ™‚

      2. Matilda says:

        He should go for long walks more often, Lisa… he will be too tired to be much of a nuisance around the house! ๐Ÿ˜€

        1. Lisa says:

          Yes Matilda, indeed! I often thought to show him in which direction the nearest cliffs were. Could have even given him a packed lunch for his trip, before sending him on his way. Of course, I never did….but I thought about it…….. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  7. Matilda says:

    enchanting! ๐Ÿ˜€

  8. davita says:

    LOL…it’s rather catchy… not bad structure and rhythm. Yes! It’s a most delightful effort!

  9. davita says:

    Oh, a poem!

  10. Love says:

    I always say, they ain’t dead unless I’ve killed them. So when you are sick with worry, can’t get a hold of them, and think they are lying in a ditch somewhere … Take a deep breath… They are just fine. They always land on their feet.

    1. Hypnotised says:

      wow I so agree
      I’ve learnt that too.

      great poetry G.! You surprise on every step! Have a great day!

    2. Bloody Elemental says:

      We do always land on our feet.

      Typically with someone else by our side while you are at home worrying and wondering.

      1. Love says:

        Mmmm delicious thought fuel….

  11. Adele says:

    Cute but true narc version ๐ŸŒฒ

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  13. Holly Melcher says:

    Yes, perfect.

    Sent from my iPhone


  14. AH OH says:

    Nice poetry of a tormented person needing to share their pain.

    I do not feel things that most do but I do not want to cause deliberate pain unless I am insulted or disrespected. I can cause more damage with my words than I realize. But I am only speaking the truth and it is their problem if they can’t handle the truth.

    I hope you are not causing havoc with the ones ho love you. You are above this. You are evolved.

    I know you need fuel but figure a way to get it without the collateral damage. You are so powerful.

  15. NarcAngel says:


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