This Would Be More Popular If It Were About Vampires.

You want me for my "beauty."
I want you because you're real;
But you'd rather play Call of Duty
and I'm unable to feel.
We'd be good together,
for the short time we'd last.
When you claim to love me,
you'll become part of my past.

In honesty,
You'll never be my now.
I'll call myself a realist,
when we take our final bow.
In a place like this, can we afford to take a chance?
Wait until you learn of my skepticism for romance.

We'd last a good two weeks,
perhaps even months.
You don't have what I seek,
but no one ever does.
I don't know how to end this,
it won't be as easy as ending up.
I'll swear I never loved you,
you won't call me on my bluff.
Then I'll you jaded,
because I'm just too tough.
You'll talk like all the others,
once I've had enough.

Let's say our goodbyes now.
Let's not repeat this break up trap.
You could get another girlfriend,
faster than the latest iPod app.
I'd leave you with baggage,
and I'd get nothing but this poem.
But she wouldn't be like me,
she'd just let you take her home.

Let's just end it now,
before I break your heart.
Then again,
ask around,
I've never been that smart.