the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.

Please, no more.

❤️ 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

Round and round we spin.

So yes.
If we spiral
We do it beautifully
On purpose
And we land on our feet.

This is not collapse.
It is a controlled rotation.