Do not fall in love with me. There’ll be no trace of humanity left when I’m done with you. I’m mended bones and shattered soul, shards of the heart that I once had strewn carelessly all over my consciousness.

Do not get close to me, all I have, all I am, is a past that’s defied laws of nature and exists even in the future.

They say that there’s a reason hurricanes are named after people, and people like me are the reason. You’ll be entranced for a while, but as I rip you apart rib by rib ripping out what little civilization you have left in you, you will understand. You’ll be a casualty then, it’ll be too late. I’ll be as broken as I was still. And one day you will realize, that a soul as picturesque as yours had no business loving a heart like mine. You will understand that punctured hearts don’t make it out of ICU, as they only exist as ghosts of the humans they once kept alive.

You deserve an epic love story.

And the only thing epic about me is how I am the epitome of all that isn’t love.