Take care of all the love you spend, they said. But what if it’s already wasted to nothing? Beware of wolves who hide their teeth, they warned. But what if they’ve already devoured and left me hollow?
Love made me feel like the world is a terrifying place, leaving me wondering if i should become a Russian doll, a statue in the cold, as empty as a shell. Or should I make a final stand, go back to what we once shared?
Yet, love always triumphs, without a doubt, here i am, again, stepping out from my defenses, ready to face the storm. This is a call to arms, a whisper into the void: “Will you embrace me before it’s too late?”
“The problem with the person having a lack of love is that they don’t know what it looks like. So it’s easy for them to get tricked, to see things that aren’t there. But then again i guess we all lie to ourselves all the time.”
