Settting Myself Up For Disaster

Shit.
Didn't mean to fall.
I tripped.
Wasn't my fault.

Well, its good at least.
You're over the past.
Moving on.
It'll be better.

Then you look at me.
I can't breathe.
Shit.
Maybe you like me?
No, don't think that.
Seriously, fuck.
Setting myself up.
I'm a dumbass.
You can't get attached.
You CAN'T.
You'll get hurt.
You can't stand any more heartbreak.

Please, though.
They think you have a chance.
No, goddamnit.
They aren't him.
They don't know.
They love you.
They want you to have the good outcome.
But they don't know.

But, I love him.
Why not try?
He must like me.
At least, a little.
We'd be so good together.

You aren't ready.
You're going to get hurt.
Again.
And honestly,
I don't think you can deal with that.
I think it might destroy you.
And I'm scared, Em.
I'm so scared.
We've been to some scary places together.
I don't want to go there anymore.
And I think we need to stay safe.

I can't do that.
I just can't.
I'm willing to risk it all.
I still have hope.
I'm sorry.
Shit.
I should get out now.