Fall In Love With Me And My Unlovable Mess

Fall in love with me not because I’m an angel with unseen halo and wings.

Fall in love with me not because I’m a magic maker with eyes that always brim with madness.

Fall in love with me not because I’m a whirlwind of pure fun and believer of true love.

Fall in love with me not because I crave the most innocent kind of relationships in the world. Because if you fall in love with me, I’ll show you my unlovable mess. I’ll tell you my deepest and dirtiest secrets together with my midnight blues weighed heavily on my soul. If you fall in love with me, you’ll see that my head is made up of chaotic galaxies of thoughts and tangled words. But if you fall in love with me, I’ll let you explore my untamed world and caress my soul with your dirty hands. If you fall in love with me I’ll warn you not to swim against my current, honey because you might get drowned with the intensity of my love. Just fall in love with me.

Fall in love with me and let’s be a human knot at night—wrapped up in blankets and kisses and cuddles and everything in between.

Fall in love with me and let’s have eye contact tonight and see yourself through the hidden depths of my eyes.

Fall in love with me and let’s pack up together and leave the mess of the world without saying anything to anyone.

Fall in love with me and let’s go on a road trip—just you and me and the highways and the old songs.

Fall in love with me and let’s have rooftop dances, stargazing, and forehead kisses.

Fall in love with me and make me laugh at 3AM when I need to be up at 5AM—I don’t care.

Fall in love with me and my unlovable mess.

Fall in love with me and let’s have a not-so-fairytale kind of romance—imperfect but real.

Fall in love with me for no apparent reason. Just fall in love with me.