A Poem to My Future Lover

Let’s just get this out there:

I’m no good

at being one half of a whole

I will either be consumed by you

or I will not give you any part of me at all

(and neither has worked out for me so far)

I am fairly certain there’s an organ

in the vicinity of my chest

pumping blood through an aorta or something

It beats,

but it’s all Morse code to me

I have never understood what it’s trying to say

So I am sorry in advance

if falling in love with me

just feels like falling

Don’t say I didn’t warn you