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Please Don't fall for me.

Don’t fall in love with me
 I’m not quite sure I can resist the urge to break you.
I’m not quite sure I can keep from hurting you.
I’m not quite sure I can fit the mould.
The barriers. The labels. The dreams they sold you about love.
The healthy can’t understand the emptied and broken.
You can’t understand.
You won’t understand that sometimes I’m sad and it’s not because anything is the matter.
But I like that you leave me alone when I am.
Please Don’t fall in love with me.
No matter how much I ask.
No matter how much I beckon you with the warmth in my arms.
Or the tightness between my legs.
No matter how often I let you hold me afterwards.
No matter how often I smile.
Or stare at you when you don’t notice.
Please don’t fall in Love with me.
Even though its too late for me, its not for you.
I love you too much to watch you fall in love with a woman that doesn’t know how to stay.
Too much to watch the spaces between us fill with hate.
I love you too much to lose you to my demons.
I’m not too sure I can save you from the emptiness that visits me.
Or the darkness.
Or the loneliness that often creeps up on me even when I’m with you.
Please don’t. Dont fall in love with me.
But don’t leave me.
Dont leave me because even though you don’t understand.
Even though you wonder why I cry sometimes.
You allow it. You allow me to wallow in my emptiness.


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