“Listen, dear. Don’t fall in love with me. I will become attached to you and i will cry myself to sleep if you don’t text me good night before you go to sleep and i will convince myself that it’s because you got tired of me. Don’t fall in love with me. Because i’m too much. I will depend on you. I need attention, much more than other people. I’ll talk to you in methaphors and make you one. I’ll write poems about you and opening up my skin at 2 A.M. I will pour everything i’ve left of me into you, every bit of love, until i have nothing to give. Until i become completly empty. I’m scared that my sadness is contagious. I will replay your sweet words in my head when i hate myself so much that i want to die. Your words will be the only thing that make me stay. You won’t be able to leave me, because you’d know if you did, i wouldn’t have anything to live for. Don’t fall in love with me, dear. Because i will fall in love with you.”
[By (yet) unknown writer. Collage by Kathrin Kuhn]