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You can’t love me because you’re lonely, or because I am the only one who doesn’t piss
you off. I want to piss you off, I want to get on your fucking nerves. I don’t want the responsibility
of always being your rock. I will try, but I’m a mess, too. I lie, I sleep too much and I don’t like
children under the age of 6, really. I don’t even know if I want kids because I’m selfish, and
mothers can’t be selfish once they decide to carry another life.
I’m always looking for the rain to come so I trip over my own feet. I know exactly what the air
smells like before a storm.
Before you fall in love with me, I want you to know that I cry a lot because it feels good, and I
masturbate at least 4 times a week, and you might fall out of love with me before either of us
are ready for it.
I have no experience with this. I’m trying to be brave and smart but its almost impossible to be
both at the same time.
You can’t love me like a fire escape. Sometimes I will be the match, or the smoke under the door. I
don’t know what I’m doing, all I know is that we all catch fire sometimes, before we even get
warm.
Before you fall in love with me, I want you to know that there’s a 50% chance that this won’t
work, that one of us will wind up hating the other. I will try to keep your head above water, but
sometimes I’ll need help, too.
I can’t be your savior, and I don’t expect you to be mine. Just watch me unfold and I’ll watch you
unfold, too. We’ll get drunk and tell each other everything. I know that’s cheating but maybe it’ll
be alright. Maybe we won’t wake up embarrassed.
I am going to fall in love with you, too, feet first. Maybe we’ll slow dance off a building together,
maybe we’ll have forgotten each other’s names by this time next year. I don’t care, the sky is
gray with or without you, so I’m not going to look up anymore, I’m going to look ahead .”