I stared at the picture of my wife. So beautiful. So striking. I love her dearly. Passionately. And I thought she’d felt the same.
Until I found the letters of her betrayal.
But I don’t want to think about that now. Not when I have her forever.
Locked away in my basement. Only mine.
Mukul Rajsingh
23 June 2011 at 11:20 pmlove turns possessive 🙂 only I can have her love.
nice
soulmate
24 June 2011 at 4:45 amThis one scares me.. Is the wife dead? Is she buried in the basement? Or the letters are in the basement?
Prats
24 June 2011 at 4:54 amInteresting read
Psych Babbler
24 June 2011 at 6:36 amWelcome here Mukul! Thanks for the comment…love can turn some kinds of
people possessive…to crazy degrees! 🙂
Psych Babbler
24 June 2011 at 6:36 amWhoops…sorry to scare you…but I guess it did it’s job! Well, I was
thinking more like locked in the basement…but you can read into it what
you want! 🙂 Open to interpretation…
Psych Babbler
24 June 2011 at 6:37 amThanks Prats!
Aathira Nair
24 June 2011 at 9:28 amEikes… scary… sounds like to me… killed and buried in the basement 🙁
Psych Babbler
24 June 2011 at 10:07 amDisqus generic email templateOoh I like that interpretation too…like I said before, it’s open to interpretation. My line of thought was locked in the basement but killed and buried sounds more morbid… 😛
The Lover
24 June 2011 at 1:34 pmSad and beautiful.
Kesaiserris
24 June 2011 at 1:55 pmThis was surprisingly very dark love story. Enjoyed it greatly =)
Titaxy
24 June 2011 at 2:36 pmcreepy 😀 love does make one go crazy, eh? 😛
Psych Babbler
25 June 2011 at 9:38 pmThanks TL! 🙂
Psych Babbler
25 June 2011 at 9:39 pmWelcome here Kesaiserris! And thanks for the lovely comment! 🙂
Psych Babbler
25 June 2011 at 9:39 pm😀 Hopefully, not too many people go this crazy T! 😛
Poetry Is My Sunshine
27 June 2011 at 11:09 pmpowerfully sad.
smart magpie.
share 1 to 3 poems with poetry potluck week 41 today.
Psych Babbler
28 June 2011 at 9:51 pmThanks PIMS! Will pop over to poetry potluck and check it out….