Being with me won't be rainbows and sunny skies.
No, it'll be red clouds and acid rains.
It'll be crazy jealousy and looming shadows.
It'll be red, white anger and glaring silences.
It'll be overcompensating insecurities and stiffling possessiveness.

I know it'll be too much for you to bear
So do you still dare?

Now that you know being with me will be living in hell.

I won't chain myself to a commitment I can't fulfill. I won't compromise who I am just to be with you. Besides, I'm still making sense of who I am. How can I make sense of me in the context of us? I'll only end up being led around by you. A faithful dog to my emotions and a puppet of love. I won't do that to myself. I won't subject myself to that kind of pain. The kind of pain where I'll have to tear myself apart from you because I know I'll lose myself if I'm with you. And I'll blame you for it. I won't do that to you. To me. To us. So it's better to stay away. Don't involve yourself with me for you'll only be courting heartbreak.

From budding seeds
To burgeoning gardens
With flowers blooming in her cheeks
And sunlight breaking in her smiles
She was breathtaking
In everyone's eyes

Which makes people wonder
What makes her so?
She always answers
Love makes her so

I'm scared.
My emotions are supposed to be mine and mine alone.
But why is it that they can be triggered by someone else?
Why is it that I can't rein them in?
I'm losing control of myself
And I'm scared of the consequences it entails.