Head Over Heels

I'd only ever learned to love with the force of a supernova. The purity of spring rain. I try to distance myself and be pragmatic about it. But I'm not pragmatic. I am quixotic, tempestuous, my own worst enemy. Fear. Fear because falling too hard leads to getting fucked over. I expect it. Create it. Self-fulfilling prophecy. I push you away and then accuse you of running. I wish you would stay.