the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

This signal has weight.

I am no longer debating that. 🌊

For the lovers ❤️ 💕 💗

On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.

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.