For Once, I'm Excited to Be Scared

My head is going over anything and everything

that would tell me not to trust you...

But I do.

Because you haven't given me a reason not to.

See, in the past the world

has beaten down on me

and roughed me up

pretty damn good.

I want to warn you.

I want to tell you to turn away and run

while you still don't feel anything

close to what you could for me.

I'm not as good as

I come off.

I'm not as nice to be around.

Not as smart.

Not nearly everything that

I appear to be.

My past has monsters

and

I lose my head far too easy.

I want to tell you to go.

I want to tell you that you don't want to

get to know who I really am.

But I can't.

I just can't do that.

Talking to you is easier than anything

that I've been through, as of recent.

So if I tell you

that I'm going to be bad for you

look me in the eye,

tell me I'm wrong,

and please...

don't go away.