I feel like in all of our processing conversations The ones we enter into with our expectations Of coming out with definitive positions You finish with the condition: Yes. But don’t fall in love with me.
If I told you how many times folks have told me that lately I told you my mantra after they said they wouldn’t date me Maybe you would find the levity of folks breaking up with themselves for me
And saying “don’t fall in love with me.”
How long until I’ve gone in and through the all of the tumult The stumble that humbles the pride that had been built from the rubble And I begin the mumble of “don’t.”
When all I want is to break into a million universe pieces of dust in your hands, but instead I’ll pretend. And before this all ends I’ll be the one to take the hope and break the spark
And exhale thinly through the dark Please—don’t... ...fall in love with me