John L.'s Poetry Spot

Tender lips, softer than rolls of expensive tissue.
Fresh outta Mag., January to December's issue.
I wanna kiss you, but commitment is something I fear
And the joining of our lips is like sealing the deal.
But on the real, something 'bout you that tells me your special
And I think I'm in love but can't handle the pressure.
Nothing against you, it's my own insecurities lurkin'.
See cupid shot me before, but with a different person
And she played me, running round doing dirt undercover.
I would never cheat on her, even if I'd wanna,
So you see, you gotta feel where I'm coming from.
Just gotta know that in your heart I'm the only one.
So tell me, Am I?