I. Don’t you dare let anyone in, don’t let anyone kiss your tired eyes, and wipe the tears off your face. You will end up with a bruised heart, and beaten lungs. He might say he can take on your problems, he might say he can handle it but he has no idea the trouble he is asking for. Trust your instincts.
II. He might smell like cigarette smoke and cologne and he might have small meaningful tattoos that make his eyes shine when he tells you how they came to be but don’t trust him. For the love of God don’t trust him
III. Don’t you dare cry in front of him. Don’t let him know you’re broken, don’t let him see your scars and for the love of God don’t let him read your poetry, because when he doesn’t get the metaphor you believed with all your soul was perfect your heart will crack down the middle.
IIII. If you decide to let him in, despite all i’ve told you, you will feel wonderful and free and light and clear you will be able to sing higher than you thought without your voice cracking and write poems without stopping the lines pouring beautifully out of your pen. You eyes will shine and you will not stop smiling, but he sure will stop loving you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”