Too Skilled At This Thing Of Being Alone - Tumblr Posts

I am too fearsome to be loved, too monstrous to be desired. I am too indifferent to be empathetic, too self-possessed to be vulnerable. I am too skilled at this thing of being alone, of not wanting, not yielding (too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful; too full of life to be half-loved...). I would demand from them a great and terrible love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they could never hope to supply (for what sane person would allow themselves to be consumed like this?).

Do not mistake my meaning, it is not that I am unworthy of them - it is that they are unworthy of me.