Dear love,
When you knock again at my window this time, make sure that you aren't here with flowers because I might keep them inside the pages of my diary for a long long time and I might look at it and frown too much, and every time when I see flowers blooming in my garden, I might end up cutting all of them. I might end up hating them too much.
Dear love,
When you kiss me this time, make sure that you don't taste like cigarettes and heartache, because I might end up sitting in my balcony, looking at the sky, smoking a cigarette just to remember the taste of your mouth, and your sad dirty lies.
Dear love,
When you touch me this time, make sure that you aren't gentle. Make sure that you don't make maps with my freckles, make sure that you don't run your fingers on my back and then kiss it. Make sure that you are hollow, so that next time when somebody touches me, I don't close my eyes and imagine you everytime.
Dear love,
When you say "I love you" this time, make sure that you don't say that at all. Or if you do, don't whisper it in my ears. Make sure that when you say those words, it looks like another shout in the void.
Dear love,
When you sing songs with me this time, make sure that they aren't my favourite. Make sure that they aren't the ones that I shall remember for days. Because I will keep replaying them on my mind, and if it plays in a coffee shop, or in my favorite restaurant, I may end up crying, and crying, and crying until I have no tears left to dry.
And oh dear love,
If you have to run, run away too fast this time. Run before I love you back. Run before I ask you to make a choice. Run before you realise that you can love me too much, but you cannot stay with me for a lifetime. Because if you don't, I won't give up on you. If you don't, I might fight for you until my bones are broken, and my wounds are numb. And then when you finally leave, I might be awake every night counting the reasons why you left me. And when you finally leave, maybe this time I won't be okay with it. This time I won't open another door when you knock again. And this time I won't let myself fall in love with anyone, not anymore.
~Clint Bling, The Mighty Pen