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.
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
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 