the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

If I could turn back the hands of time, I would place my energy where it most needed to be.

I wouldn’t waste so much time trying to seal the deal with a structure so flimsy.

But it’s okay, thank Goddess. I still have so much to grateful for.

❤️ Love ❤️

It was not love.
And it was not obsession.

Something much darker and regressive braided the threads of our individuality together to form a fantastical beast.

But I do not have to play into the fantasy.

I’m actually free, to do as I please.

I was waiting on you
But you never came through
And I was not surprised
Because I knew
You never really cared
About meeting my needs
At all

The thing with “borrowing”, is, well, eventually, you have to give it back. 🧐

Then what?

Oooof.

It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..

Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.