I’m always falling.

I’m always falling in love with the wrong people.

The people I can’t have, the people who can’t have me. The people who look at me and see nothing, or see too much. The people who can only love a person half-way.

I’m a sucker for a broken soul. A soul that hurts and opens up to me, but never expects me to fall. Never falls back.

I wish I could fall for the right people. For the people who look at me and see something desirable, something worth noticing. They love me and it hurts, because I can’t stand to hurt them.

But I never fall for the right people. I’m always breaking my own heart, chasing after the empty pathways. It’s terrifying, knowing the lengths I’ll go to torture myself.

I’m always falling for the wrong people.