love poems are the hardest to write

because love is so contextual
and how do I know its true
how do I know anything
about myself.
One day I'm writing things that make me cry in the bathroom for half an hour between classes, and the next I figure I've got my hands on something real. Something really aware, something unpainful and unobsessive, but the truth is I don't know anything about myself. I don't know what to say to you, when you give me your number. I don't whether to call you right now or to turn you down, turn you around, spit you out. I don't know if this is good, and I get the feeling you don't know either. Don't try hard for me, okay? Don't be too sure about me. Please. Because its impossible. Bail on me if you want. I'll give you another chance when you really know me. That's real.