• I know acting.
    How to show sadness, anger, fear, excitement.
    I know desperation.
    How it is to feel nothing inside.
    I know breaking hearts.
    And I couldn't bear myself to do it to you.
    I know myself.
    From the shape of my face to the contours of my body.
    And I want to know you.
    What makes you tick? What makes you laugh?
    I want to know what you know.
    Do you know him or her?
    Logarithms or algorithms?
    Coke or pepsi?
    Do you know me?
    The butterflies when we held hands?
    The insecurities that have prevented me from saying anything before now?
    What do I know about you?
    Were you unsure?
    Insecure?
    Or are you like all the guys?
    Are you an idiot? Are you a sweetheart?
    Will you break my heart?
    I know that I will find out.
    I know that I will accept it without a doubt.
    I know.
    I just know.