if you ever fall in love with a writer, please run away. as if you stay,
oh, darling if you stay, every utterance, every action, every blunder,
every memory, every grief, every tear, every lesson, every word, every
scar, will always be remembered, and never, ever, neglected. if you
stay, you will soon be struggling with yourself in the middle of the
night, as that's all we are good at, messing things up. that's all we
will ever be good at, annihilating things, and then grieving over the
heartbreak, letting us drown in the ocean of memories.
tell us one wrong thing and we will keep on nurturing that with the same
love that we bleed on our poems. we will succumb to depression, tell
ourselves we deserve this pain, convince ourselves that this is the only
kind of love we have ever known, the kind that blows you like a storm,
not the kind that will settle you down.
so, if you ever fall in love with a writer, please pack your bags. and
run the f*ck away!