I have a proclivity for falling in love with people who don't love me back

It's a gift, really

This ability to fall so helplessly and fully for someone who is completely unaware of my affections

This is no accident

I've become a professional at pretending like I don't care about something when I really, really give every single fuck about it

It's for my own safety

Body armor in the form of deviating humor and a refusal to accepted reciprocated attention

Maybe it has to do with the fact that no one has ever pursued me romantically

Maybe it has to do with the fact that every single person I've fallen for is a piece of shit

Who knows, really

I only think of these things when I dance with the skeletons in my closet

Kiss them sweetly on their cheeks and promise I'll be back again soon

Because I always come back

I think we all do.