Call me cynical if you must. We all have our own philosophy on life and love. Everyone’s experience is uniquely subjective. And I have an earned level of discernment. Judge me if you must.
No one could ever break my heart, because I never expected love.
The narrator may be unstable, however, the arc that this poem follows is actually very coherent. This is no villain monologue. There’s no justification and no blame shifting.
Just a field note from an individual with turbulence dependence
A clean disappearance without defensiveness.
Impact without seduction.
Power without posture.
No justification and no looking back. I withdraw the self, leaving altered perception behind.
A disciplined choice.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 