Nobody, not even the rain.

Do not fall in love with me. With the lonely ones. We will forget our own names if it means learning yours. We will make you think hurricanes are gentle, that pain is a gift. You will get lost in the desperation in the longing for something that is always reaching but never able to hold. Do not fall in love with people like me. We will destroy your apartement. We will throw apologies at you that shatter on the floor and cut your feet. We will never learn how to be soft. We will leave. We always do.

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