No one will love me.

The realisation should be devastating

and the glimpses of it was;

petrifying down to the core and pushing to denial.

No one will love me.

It sounds like condemnation

hot shivers of fear running down my spine

even now. even after acceptance.

No one will love me.

Repeat and let it settle down.

Fully acknowledging the pain and bitterness

the utter bullshit that was fed for aeons.

No one will love me.

And surprise! It doesn’t matter

None of it is. Life is happy without it

love can be solitary and I argue has more quality that way.

No one will love me.

Thank God, I am excused from the massacre

ugly fights and heart-wrenching betrayals

I do what I want, when and how I desire.

No one will love me.

I am free. Fuck, I am free.

Ahahahaha!

Oh, yes! No one, absolutely, no one is in love with me.