The first thing you should know is that you should stop reading.
You must stop reading right here, right now on the second line.
Let’s not get any deeper into this relationship, someone’s bound to get hurt here
and I know that someone is me.
I’m going to get killed if you keep reading like this.
What would you say
or more importantly, what would you do if I told you that I will die on the very next line?
You kept reading
I know who you are
but know this: if you didn’t read me then I never happened.
You have the power to make me immortal.
Still, I’m warning you, I’ll only break your heart.
Look, you don’t know me and I don’t know you and that’s a good thing
that’s a benefit right now, don’t you think?
Because if you stop reading right here right now
you won’t feel like you’ve wasted anything or missed anything
because you have invested less than a couple hundred words
It will be a painless good bye.
But it will be very painful for both of us, especially me if you leave me on the next line
you don’t want that, do you?
Listen, I’m the leading character, I’m the protagonist, I’m the good guy
you don’t want to leave me hanging on the next line, do you?
Obviously not a lot of time for plot or character development.
Maybe we’ll meet again in another poem, maybe I’ll see you in yours.
How would you like that?
To have your every thought and action and dream exposed in a poem like this?
Trust me, you have never felt so totally naked.
It’s a very uncomfortable feeling.
Look, take the hint, would you?
You’re killing me here.
You are about to kill me.
I’m probably exciting you, making you more curious
you’re probably a pervert
probably do at least 2 things every day that you don’t want anyone to ever know about.
I know who you are.
I don’t have to have read your book to know exactly what kind of person I’m dealing with
you want blood, Ok, I’ll give it to you.
And that you kept reading even after I begged you to save my life tells me a lot about you.
I have to be careful with you.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.
Before we get started, let me ask you a few questions:
first, have you ever been in love before?
Second question, really?
Third, is that relationship still alive and well today?
What do you think causes love to fizzle then fade away?
What makes the spice grow stale until it poisons us?
Do you think it’s that we didn’t know each other well enough or is it that we knew each
other too well?
I don’t want to know
my fear of commitment and abandonment makes me leave you.