you are making a mistake choosing me

if you are in love with me,

you are in love with nothing.

you are infatuated with

unkempt hair and heavy eyelids.

you have feelings for a girl who has ripped the bows out of her hair

because there's no point in looking happy

if you aren't

and she's too weak to lie anymore.

how could you possibly love the baggage she always drags behind her?

how can you stand holding her calloused hands?

when you kiss her-

with your lips locked tight-

can you taste the bitterness

hanging in her throat?

you are lost in the eyes of hurricanes

how can you love a natural disaster?