I have this very peculiar toxic trait, where what I love is something I refuse to share. Why? There's a million reasons why and one of it is, I don't think there's another living creature on God's green Earth that would ever love it as much as I do. There is no comparison, no imitation or duplication that could ever replicate or recreate my affection. For this, I am deemed as someone who is very very very toxic. However all my life I have been able to hide it from those I love. They can never know when I am possessive. For every other person who comes near to those I love, I begged them to not go nearer, like a sign that warns travelers to not continue their journey, like an alert in a submarine that goes off when it dived in too deep, like a plane that suddenly stalls in the air when they had reached above their flight path, I am there, gleaming with my red eyes, not to let them pass a place where I have made my sanctuary. And for this, it is no surprise why I can never have someone beside me. My past lovers tend to be defensive and they try to wiggle away from my tight embrace. Thus, I am left alone, abandoned, here in my cold worn out castle, sitting at the throne, waiting patiently for someone for to be mine.
