Catch me

I don’t know if I’m ready to get into dating

Because I’m afraid of the feeling

Of falling in love.

Which doesn’t mean you’re perfect --

There’s so much space

Between love and perfection, 

Between who I thought I wanted

And who you turned out to be.

The pieces of you that fit with me,

The pieces of you I said wouldn’t fit,

Yet made me laugh, and laugh,

The pieces of you that definitely did not fit,

But invited me to reimagine you.

I have enough space for your shape 

If I get to know your heart.

You outshine

Who I thought you’d be

And you’re handsome.

But I don’t know if I’m ready to get into dating

Because I’m afraid of the feeling

Of falling in love.