Please don't fall in love with me. I'll write about the way your collar bones curve and the way your lip trembles when you're upset. I'll focus more on the way you twiddle your thumbs counter clockwise rather than the words slipping from your mouth. I'll remember your favorite song and listen to it on repeat until the lyrics are engraved into the crevasses of my brain, but I'll forget why you prefer tea over coffee. Please don't fall in love with me because once you realize I'm not good enough, I'll write about you until my palms bleed and my bones begin to ache to serve as a reminder that I should've tried harder to make you stay. I should've focused more on the feeling I got when you held me rather than how many god damn freckles you had on your arms. I should've woken you up to a cup of tea, not coffee.
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