Do not talk to me about forever until you have held back my hair as I throw up my demons. Do not say that you will stay until you have seen my rotten lungs and still want to breath the same air as I do. Do not take me for granted. Do not tell me that you will love me until the sky shatters into a million pieces unless you have seen me light my whole world on fire and dance in the scorching flames. Do not tell me that this is what you want until I have broken your heart at least three times and never once handed you the glue. Do not feel like you have saved my life when I take off my make-up and you tell me I am beautiful. Do not act like I am still the sun when you discover that I am a hurricane. Do not kiss me until you understand that I have the capacity to rip out your throat. Do not assume your right to my body; it is a thing of worship and you are not worthy. Do not fall in love with me until I have slammed the door in your face. This isn’t pretty. This isn’t fun. I am unbreakable and you are a liar.