Don’t fall in love with me. I’ll kiss you in public until our tongues tangle and the police will have to arrest us for being too vulgar. I’ll make inappropriate jokes and I can be loud enough to get us kicked out of the mall. I won’t wake up early in the morning just to get breakfast with you. I won’t comfort you at 2am during the rain—I am the storm. I won’t really chase after you the way you want me to because I don’t give a single fuck about our conflicts. I don’t want small talk—I want the universe as a topic. Don’t fall in love with me, because I’m drowning in the sea of anxiety and even the sea monsters have learned how to stay away at the scent of my blood. I won’t be like sugar beneath your lips—I’ll be the salt in your open wounds. I’ll be the flowers growing from your ribcage but with thorns— beautiful but it’s gonna be painful with every single move you’d make. I’ll be at your doorstep at night begging you to stay when you grow tired of me, but I’ll see you like a tree house where I can live in for days without wishing for the solid ground, but still I’d leave you hanging from that tree when I get bored of you. You’ll wake up every morning to the scent of flowers and the sea, and I will capture you like a moth to flames until the scorching heat burn your skin. I’m a monster with a devilish grin, so don’t fall in love with me, you don’t know what you’re getting into. (g.t.) artwork by Chiara Bautista
