I choose solitude over cold kisses. If it isn’t love, its poison.- Anita Krizzan
See I have started not just to convince myself but maybe i
want desire something real or nothing. I can’t keep kissing the poison off his lips and slowly dying. Deep down I know the truth but choose to have the poison. To kill my soul and break my own heart all because am afraid i don’t want to walk alone.
I even forgot all the self-love because I convinced myself or society did that if it’s not shared then its not love. yesterday i was asked, “before Christ died, did he care if you loved him back or not?” ‘he just loved expecting nothing.’
Today I choose solitude. I hope i stay on track. Who even said singles can’t celebrate love….