how Love falls into me
Dear Girl, you fall in Love too quickly. Fuck. You're always breaking. And yet, you never seem to be searching. You just stumble on their Converse toes, spill lager on their vintage band tee, and start laughing. Dancing. They fall in love with you, immediately. But you don't give your heart away. No. First, you daydream. The worse death for your dieing breed. Imagine sentimental scenes. See future romance in smoky bars. Crawling into back seats and kissing, groping, touching. Bodies wet from thunderstorms of excitement. After weeks of casual flirtations, Love slips into your veins. You wish those dreams turn reality.
That's when they pull away.
Exit stage left.
And leave you standing, naked and bruised, before a captivated audience.
In front of the velvet curtain.
All alone,
again.