To whomever is the next unlucky boy to momentarily fall in love with me,
You should know, that when I fall, I do not simply slip down a step on the stairs. I plunge into the depths of the ocean, sink to the bottom of the mariana trench.
I will relinquish my heart, body, and soul to you. Whether you reciprocate or not, I will give myself to you completely, let you see my soft spots and my rough patches, the lines around my eyes and the fat on my thighs, the scars on my wrist and the hair on my arms.
You will give me an inch in return for my mile, but it will be the most precious inch I have ever seen.
I will say I love you too soon, but I will mean it with every fiber of my being.
When you lie through your teeth I will believe you, because you will have told me that you will not lie. I will always believe you.
For a few months everything will be perfect. Then I will try to formally gift you my soul, unpatch it to show you my all. You will look at it with pity, refuse to meet my eyes for a week. Eventually, I will find it buried in the trash, between moldy red apples and an empty box.
You will say that you love me. I will quietly beg you to show me, to prove yourself. You will pretend not to hear, and I will believe it is my fault for screaming so loud that you went deaf. You will silently agree.
To the next unlucky boy who briefly falls in love with me,
You will say that you've fallen out of love.
I will cry,
say I hate you, I will never speak to you again.
Sometimes we will pass each other, I will do my best to avoid it, but I will look you in the eyes. For a moment I will feel the chords between us that I cut connect again. I will have to cut them again.
I will tell myself I do not love you, that I never did,
But I will never stop.
I have a collection full of every unlucky boy who has ever had the misfortune of falling in love with me. If I was to fall off a building like humpty dumpty you would see their names are tattooed on the grey matter inside my skull, engraved on every bone in my body. My body will move on, but the memory will never leave me.
"It's a bop, I recommend, 10/10." ~Tyler Borges
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