Stop. 
You can’t love me because you’re lonely, or because I am the only one who doesn’t piss you off. 
I want to piss you off, 
I want to get on your fucking 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 crack my knuckles too much, not to mention the time I take for a single shower. 
I’m always looking for the rain to come so I trip over my own feet. 
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 probably eat too much chocolate while I'm curled up on the bed and you might fall out of love with me before either of us are ready for it. 
I have no experience with this.
I’m trying to be brave and smart but its 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 wind up hating the other. 
I will try to keep your head above water, but sometimes I’ll need help, too. 
I can’t be your savior, 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’ll be 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 have forgotten each other’s names by this time next year. 
I don’t care, the sky is gray with or without you, so I’m not going to look up anymore, I’m going to look ahead. 

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