Alone

Alone in this empty house, the howling wind mocks me. Another failed relationship, another one who could not handle your tantrums, your neediness, and overbearing expectations that were impossible to meet. Maybe you are  right. I may never be happy. Maybe I am cursed to be alone.

I hope you are wrong,

Knives and Tears

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