The Cynic and The Stoic

Written by Faye, one of our literature and poetry writers, and edited by Amber, one of our editors!

Stained mirrors with a mouldy frame,

Cynicism stands before me.

A lover I seek,

But cynicism lies there whispering:

He is better off without me

Perhaps I should live with a stoic.

Past the cottage, he bows down to my pain and fury;

For lust with no trust, I expect, but he promises loyalty.

He strikes a heavenly deal,

I must climb from six-feet deep underneath.

Two become one, little hearts on a gold wax seal.

Standing before him is I.

A cynic held captive in the sinful eyes of worry,

Where my stained glass mirrors stood

With splinters impaled from when I mouthed sorry.

Vulnerable to the touch,

Abhorrent to see.

He then begs the question,

Will you marry me?

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This piece was written by one of our literature and poetry, Faye. Reach them at @leokenella on Instagram.

This piece was edited by one of our editors, Amber. Reach them at @spaldingamber on Instagram and @spaldingamber on Twitter.

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