Inside Me

Loveless, they call me.

I was five when I had my first crush. I was eleven when I understood that love was a luxury and not a need. Love is a want--not necessarily a thing necessary for survival. if anything, I learned that over complications often come from what we mistake as love; the embarrassment of replying to mixed signals, jealousy, anger, clouded judgement, loneliness...and even death.

So yeah. I am. I am loveless.

But I still feel the bite of a winter night.

TW: ABUSE, GRAPHIC LANGUAGE, S.I.