Posted in On Love


An inspection of the situation

unveiled several reasons

for my desolation.


…he was stolen from me


Retrospection, being inevitable,

triggered an evolution

of these reasons.


…he chose to leave me


But it was introspection,

forcing the cold daggers

into the hollow between my ribs,

that finally showed me the truth.


He was never mine.

sad chick




A reluctant cynic with a morbid fascination for skulls and Schopenhauer's philosophy. Sugar addict. Poetry lover.

One thought on “Aspection

  1. Well written, though a cynical, but probable ‘view’ of life, you think. Live for love……or better love life, even if it brings tribulations, consternation. Tough call that!


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