Being alone has become taboo.

No longer does anyone admit that they are still single or divorced past the age of 45,

No longer can you stay alone during the breaks at school because that means you were unworthy of any love to begin with.

And when your heart shatters and you’re left all alone,

you realize you’re in truth still accompanied by the fear of loneliness

and you stand still in the space of your dark room, torn between truth and desire

your abdomen slowly shattering, breaking in two and leaking your heart out.

You grow a certain proclivity for being alone because you’re not sure you even contain any heart after spending last night counting the hours of night between 11 and 3,

fighting for your life agaisnt the lack of opponent.

But then it hits you

“What if I were to be alone?”

you start exploring the dark rooms with curiosity rather than fear

that acknowledgment of death itself.

“I will never find anyone to love.”

But you will slowly grow indifferent, even blithe to the fact that your mind is lost to you through every day you count the nights.

you see the freedom in realizing no one, not even you, will cry when faced with impending doom.

Fear has become your lover,

you are now unshakable.