Stop. You can’t love me because you’re lonely, or because I’m the one who doesn’t piss you off. I want to piss you off, I want to get on you’re fricking nerves. I don’t want the responsibility of always being your rock. I will try, but I’m a mess, too. I lie, I sleep too much and I don’t like children under the age of 6, really. I don’t even know if I want kids because I’m selfish, and mothers can’t be selfish once they decide to carry another life.

I’m always looking for the rain to come so I can jump in puddles. I know exactly what the air smells like before a storm.
Before you fall in love with me, I want you to know that I cry a lot because it feels good, and I masturbate at least 4 times a week, and you might fall out of love with me before either of us are ready for it.
I’m trying to be brave and smart but it’s almost impossible to be both at the same time.
You can’t love me like a fire escape.
Sometimes I will be the match, or the smoke under the door. I don’t know what I’m doing, all I know is that we all catch fire sometimes, before we even get warm.
Before you fall in love with me, I want you to know that there’s a 50 % chance that this won’t work, that one of us will end up hating the other. I will try to keep your head above water, but sometimes I need help, too.
I can’t be your saviour, and I don’t expect you to be mine. Just watch me unfold and I’ll watch you unfold, too. We’ll get drunk and tell each other everything. I know that’s cheating, but maybe it’s alright. Maybe we won’t wake up embarrassed.

I am going to fall in love with you, too, feet first. Maybe we’ll slow dance off a building together, maybe we’ll ace forgotten each other’s names by this time next year. I don’t care, the sky is grey with or without you, so I’m not going to look up anymore. I’m going to look ahead.

—  Before you fall in love with me; Caitlyn S.