i wish i knew

my heart like i know my face,
it's faults, it's little weirdnesses - like the way one eye squints more than the other when i smile, or the way my mouth is always crooked...
the way i'm only pretty if the lighting is candlelight, or barlight or beer goggled...

if i knew my heart the way i know my face, perhaps i would know enough to see when i'm going to be hurt...

and i would walk away before it's too late instead of always, always, always just smiling my way into the storm.

i would probably walk away...

but i like the rain