Untiltled

I know I’m not your type.

I know you are going to reel me in, because you are perfect on paper.

I know I’m going to fall for you and skin both my knees. Probably my elbows too, because I'm clumsy like that.

I know you will convince me to open up to you like I never have with anyone else, and I know you’re going to shut me down.

I know you are going to tell me that it isn’t that I’m not good enough; it’s that we have “irreconcilable differences.”

I know you are going to disappoint me in the worst way possible.

But fuck all that. Here, take my heart.